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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Making of the Morning Star… (1924)

Abdullah was silent a moment.
“The path is one of peril,” he went on. “If you live to reach Khar you will never come back—to this. Whosoever ventures to Khar abides there. But this I can promise you; before the Summer is past you will behold a mighty warring of peoples, and a treasure uncovered. Of this you shall claim a share that will suffice to build a castle like yonder hold and fill it with a thousand slaves and as many steeds——”
Robert smote the stallion's saddle softly with his fist.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Making of the Morning Star… (1924)

The archer turned to flee, but caught his foot and fell headlong. Robert swung from his stirrups and stood over him, surprized to see that it was the lanky bowman who had marched with the pilgrims. The man snarled up at him, unarmed—for his bow had fallen from his hand.
Robert sheathed the long sword and signed to Abdullah to do the man no hurt. The bowman must have thought them stragglers of the raiders, and Robert had no desire to make himself known, until he noticed a handsome pony with a Moslem saddle tethered to a near-by tree.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Making of the Morning Star… (1924)

The minstrel could have said nothing better suited to his mood. Robert never hesitated over a decision, and when he felt that he could trust Abdullah he thought no more about it.
Meanwhile the minstrel was busied about his saddle-bags.
“And if we die,” he muttered into his beard, “we will spread such a carpet of slain about us that men will not forget our names. O Nazarene, you may not venture beyond the hills without a name, and garments to fit. Hai, you are dark enough in the skin to pass for an Egyptian, being lighter than the Arabs. You speak the language easily—yet not like an Arab.
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