Abdulla looked down sadly at this Infidel he had fought so long and had
bested so many times. Such was the reward of the Faithful! Yet in the
Arab's old heart there was a feeling of regret for that thing gone out of
his life. He was leaving fast behind him friendships, and enmities,
successes, and disappointments--all that makes up a life; and before him
was only the end. Prayer would fill up the remainder of the days
allotted to the True Believer! He took in his hand the beads that hung
at his waist.
"I found him here, like this, in the morning," said Ali, in a low and
awed voice.
Abdulla glanced coldly once more at the serene face.
"Let us go," he said, addressing Reshid.
And as they passed through the crowd that fell back before them, the
beads in Abdulla's hand clicked, while in a solemn whisper he breathed
out piously the name of Allah! The Merciful! The Compassionate!
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