The Slayer of Souls
The young man's top-hat dropped to the floor. He bent over to pick it up. His face was quite expressionless, quite colourless, now.
"I went on no such errand," he said with an effort. "I went with a thousand prayers on scarlet paper made in--"
"A lie, Yezidee! You came to seizeme !"
He turned still paler. "By Abu, Omar, Otman, and Ali, it is not true!"
"You lie!--by the Lion of God, Hassani!"
She stepped closer. "And I'll tell you another thing you fear--you Yezidee of Alamout--you robber of Yian--you sorcerer of Sabbah Khan, and chief of his sect of Assassins! You fear this native land of mi