long dreams--long dreams.'
"From beneath his robe he drew a small box, opened it, and showed to mademoiselle a dark brown powder, which he shook into a tiny cup of water.
"'Mademoiselle shall drink, as the watchman has drunk,' he said--'shall drink and dream.'
"He held the cup to her lips, and she, fascinated by his eyes, as by the eyes of a mesmerist, could not disobey him. She swallowed the hashish, swayed, and fell forward into his arms.
"A moment later, across the spaces of the desert, whitened by the moon, rode the figure mademoiselle had seen in the mirage. Upon his saddle he bore a dreaming woman. And in the ears of the woman through all the night beat the thunderous music of a horse's hoofs spurning the desert sand. Mademoiselle had taken her place in the vision which she no longer saw."
My companion paused. His pipe had gone out. He did not relight it, but sat looking at me in silence.
"The Spahi?" I asked.
"Had claimed the giver of the roses."