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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah The Mating of the Blades — Chapter 12 (1920)

But Al Nakia refused. He wants no higher title than his present one: Sadr Azem, 'Prime Minister.' Strange, isn't it?”
“Strange indeed. He is the government. He controls the finances, the palace household, and the army. He works like a beaver and sleeps like a hare. He is a deer in running, a tiger in pouncing, a hawk in clutching. And he does not intrigue for the throne. He does not ask the princess' hand in marriage. He does not even want money or fame. Strange—as strange as the ancient prophecy of the swords!”
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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah The Mating of the Blades — Chapter 12 (1920)

But thou and he should mate, Little Moon of Fulfillment, thus finishing the old prophecy—the wooing of swords!”
Aziza Nurmahal shook her head.
“I like him well,” she said softly, “but I do not love him. Love is a question—but one cannot force the answer to it. Love is a lampless pilgrim, wandering through the black night—and looking for the moon-rays that never come. Love is a drifting in the stream of vague, sweet things—a stretching of longing arms at the shadowy fringe of the never-to-be!”
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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah The Mating of the Blades — Chapter 12 (1920)

I set the flame of my sinful, foolish, greedy ambition against the words of the ancient prophecy! I forgot that thou, my lord, art the 'Expected One,' that thou camest out of the West, the blade in thy hand—the blade that will mate with the other blade, whenever the time is propitious and Allah gives the word!”
And Hector suppressed an impatient exclamation as, nearly automatically, he drew the sword from his waist shawl and tended it, hilt foremost, for Koom Khan to touch with his lips and swear fealty on, as Tagi Khan had done that morning, and the Sheik-ul-Islam the day before.
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