H. Bedford-Jones

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H. Bedford-Jones Blood of the Eagle — Chapter 4 (1922)

Florence Wemyss had last beheld Ardzrouni as an almost penniless soldier of fortune, who had even then impressed her with his lofty air and impulsive spirit. Now she beheld him the focal point of Oriental splendor, gorgeously robed and gemmed, surrounded by guards and nobles; and if ever man truly appeared a king, it was Ardzrouni at this instant. Nor did he give them the faintest smile of greeting, but spoke in French, regally enough.
"Await my pleasure, until I am able to speak with you in private. Liu Ku! Where is that dog of a eunuch? Ah, come forward!
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H. Bedford-Jones Blood of the Eagle — Chapter 4 (1922)

Liu Ku came from the glittering throng, bent his vast bulk in obeisance, and rose.
"The soldier is here. Let my lord remember that the dog who has shared his bone with a strange dog asks gratitude, not snarls!"
Wemyss stared at this, comprehending instantly that trouble threatened. There it was, plain and open defiance. Ardzrouni came to his feet, white with rage.
"Be careful, fat frog—be careful, lest the eagle strike his talons into you! But bring forward that soldier, and let us be finished."
"The man must be mad!"
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H. Bedford-Jones Blood of the Eagle — Chapter 4 (1922)

Ardzrouni bade him rise, and spoke in French.
"Have you ten men whom you can trust?"
"A hundred, son of heaven!" was the response.
Chou was a tall, slender man, full of pride and dignity. A flash of delight fired the eye of Ardzrouni as he met that black, impassive gaze, which could meet his own respectfully, but without fear. Such men were rare among these yellow folk.
"Then go to the college of the fang shi," commanded the Armenian. "Seize the chief shaman, remove his head, and place it above the western gate of the palace.
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