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THE ESCAPE FROM SIDON
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the colour came to his brow—I saw it redden beneath the plumed helm of bronze, and he dropped those bold and beautiful eyes. More, he sank upon his knee, saluting me with the secret sign and saying,
Pardon, Child of Wisdom, High-priestess of the Queen of Heaven, that once again, if only for a little while, I have put on the harness which I used to wear. It is done to save you, Child of Wisdom. It is done by command.
Aye,
said Noot, it is the command of Her we serve that this priest should lift sword on behalf of Her and us, her slaves.
I bowed my head, but answered—naught.
