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them, you know. Their religion prescribes absolute cleanliness, especially before prayer."
"Then Aravang isn't a Sayak." Edith turned to him curiously. "What does the word Sayak mean?"
Instead of replying, Donovan adjusted the folds of the blanket thoughtfully.
"The Sayaks," he said, "are followers of a certain religious sect. Kind of Mohammedans, you might say. That is their mosque."
He indicated the gray building at the lower end of the lake. Edith had the feeling that he was putting her question aside.
"As for Aravang," he added, "the beggar is a kul, a servant or slave. He happens to be a Dungan—a Chinese-Taghlik type."
Edith recalled the difficulty Major Fraser-Carnie had experienced in placing the man with the scar. So Aravang was a man of two races, and most probably a murderer. She had not been able to forget this.
"He is allowed a lot of liberty. Miss Rand, because of his strength as a warrior and because he handles falcons well."
At this Edith smiled provokingly. Donovan was trying so palpably to lead her away from the subject of Sayaks. "You don't answer my question at all, Mr. Dono-van Khan"—watching him, she saw his brows go up at mention of the name—"and I'm angry. I'll give you another chance to redeem yourself. What is Yakka Arik?"
Donovan pointed to the lake.
"That is Yakka Arik!"
"Indeed! Then I suppose the fish are Sayaks." She frowned at him determinedly. "And that build-
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