Achmed Abdullah

Achmed Abdullah

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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah The Thief of Bagdad — Chapter XI (1924)

Not that the Mongol captain cared about their souls either way, as, open-mouthed, frightened, he watched the terrible miracle of their appearance from the battlements.
He jumped down; ran away as fast as he could, spreading the alarm throughout Bagdad, shouting loudly:
“Fly for your lives, O Mongols! A great magician has come! He summons armies, invincible fightingmen, from the very bowels of the earth!”
“Fly for your lives! Fly for your lives!” came echoing shouts as the Moslem warriors, Ahmed at their head, rode through the gates.
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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah The Thief of Bagdad — Chapter XI (1924)

But love needs no eyes. Somehow, by the thrill and tumult in her heart, she felt who he was; she knew; and she laughed, happily, while the Mongols, led by their Prince—their first surprise and stupor over—dashed after them, following the sound of Ahmed’s rushing feet, the sound of Zobeid’s high laughter.
But by this time their comrades down in the garden had died to the last man beneath the Moslem swords. The Arabs came charging into the palace.
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Portrait of Achmed Abdullah Achmed Abdullah The Thief of Bagdad — Chapter XI (1924)

And Ahmed leaping over the fallen man; Zemzem by his side, leaping parallel, like a small terrier by the side of a lean-flanked greyhound.
On the threshold of the palace was a wall of steel-bossed arm shields, topped by a wall of yellow, high-cheeked faces, a wall of glittering, oval-bladed lances: Cham Sheng’s picked Manchu bodyguard, here to fight for their master to their last drop of blood.
They were too many for one man to attack and defeat.
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