Achmed Abdullah,
The Mating of the Blades — Chapter 1
(1920)
“ Out of the palace, that crowned the basalt hillside with turrets and bartizans and bell-shaped domes and swung down into the dip of the valley with an avalanche of bold masonry, they carried the dead Ameer; through the western gate, a crumbling marble structure, incrusted with symbolistic figures and archaic terra-cotta medallions, and topped by a lacy, fretted lotus-bud molding; through the maze of the town, with its crooked streets, its low, white houses, its cool gardens ablaze with peach and almond and scarlet flowering peepul trees ”
