When he stumbled Hal bracedhim, so that his head was still high and his bloody back straight asthey entered the hall and marched together to their seats on the frontbench. The excitement that always attonded departuregripped the Golden Bough. The Buzzardbowed. Sir Francis was aware of the turmoil of emotion that Hal was sufferingas he listened to the woman in whom he had placed so much trust pouringout her lies.
A little behind him, on another pile of cushions, sat Ahmed El Grang,the Left Hand of Allah. Then he knew that it was an illusion for she dropped her eyes andlooked down at the fat little berry that poked out rosily between herfingers. Slowly her face turned pale as candle tallow. Agreat deal of activity was taking place among the trees.
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