Author: Karl MayPublisher:
ISBN: 9781095235553
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Languages : en
Pages : 493
Book Description
Effendi, I hate the unbelievers and allow them to come to the Jehenna after their death, where the devil lives; but I would save you from the eternal ruin that will overtake you if you do not confess yourselves to be an Ikrar bil Lisan, for holy testimonies. You are so good, so different from the other Sihdis I have served, and therefore I will convert you, you may or may not. "So spoke Halef, my servant and guide, with whom I had crawled around in the ravines and clefts of the Jebel Aures, and then descended to the Dra el Haua to come to Seddada, Kris and Dgash via the Jebel Tarfaui, from which places Path over the notorious Schott Dzerzh to Fetnassa and Kbilli leads.Halef was a peculiar guy. He was so small that he barely reached up under my arms, and so thin and thin that one might have said that he had been in constant squeeze for a full decade between the blotting paper sheets of a herbarium. His face disappeared completely under a turban that had three full feet in diameter, and his once-white burnus, which now shimmered in all sorts of grease and dirt, had been made for a much larger man, so he as soon as he got off his horse and was about to leave, he had to carry on like the dress of a lady. But despite this outrageousness one had to have respect for him. He had tremendous ingenuity, great courage and agility, and perseverance that made him overcome the greatest grievances. And since he also spoke all the dialects which sound between the residence of the Ue'lad Bu Seba and the mouths of the Nile, one can imagine that he had my complete satisfaction, so that I treated him more as a friend than as a servant.