Chapter
20
TO THE SOUTH RODE THE GALLOPLOPING HORSEMAN UNTIL WELL out of sight of the douar. Then he turned abruptly to the west; and ever to his trail clung the tireless runner, lithe, agile, and swift.
Pig! Dog! Nameless vagabond! Nasrany! All these appellations of reproach and shame surged through the memory of Aziz as he followed along the well-marked spoor.
Was it thus that he appeared in the eyes of Nakhla? Surely it must be, for all others looked down upon him. Indeed he must be the lowest of Allah's creatures. Well, what he was, he was. He could not help nor alter it.
But if Nakhla looked down upon him why should he exert himself to rescue her from her abductors? He asked himself the question, realizing even as he put it that there was no need for it. His great love for the da
