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crag to crag, until, exhausted, my right arm fell merveless to my side. T grasped the falling sword in my left hand and still faced the foe, who pressed on over the bodies of their fallen comrades.

““He s under the influence of the evil eyc !’ they hoarscly murmured : * No mortal man could front us so !’

“With knitted brows and tecth fast locked together I hewed my assailants down. Sud- denly a cry of distress rose behind me, and for a moment the din of our clashing weapons was unheard.

“One of their number, despairing of his comrades winning the pass, had scaled the overhanging mountain, and climbing down dared to touch with his hands the veil which covered Hestra’s face | But the outstretched hands seemed frozen as he did so, and, uttermg a wild shrick of terror, he dashed past me, and with excited eries called upon his comrades to follow him, and they fled headlong down the pathway. My scnses recled, and I fell upon the eround in o swoon, and when at daybreak consciousness returned to me, I saw to my astonishment that round my bride had formed a mighty rock of crystal; and then T knew that never again would the hand of man lay sacrilegious touch upon her veil - Never since that night have they ventured to molest me on the mountain, for from Ghuzni's height they yet can behold the top of Hestra's rock glitter- g m the sun. From the city my presence 1s banished, and at times when upon me comes the desire to gaze once again upon my palace within which my foc triumphant dwells, and I venture into the city, then am I driven thence. Yet they onee used to bow lowly down when my shadow fell upon them, and to fawningly murmur: ‘Great is Darak, for he is become a power in the land, and its mighty ruler honours him !’

“Such then was he who now lics an outcast at your feet: but by the Koran, one day my indignitics shall be atoned for, and, if I live not once again beneath the roof of my palace, the glare of a torch shall make a yet ruddier glow, and the roof of beaten gold shall flow in a molten stream down the slope of Ghuznr’s steep side!”

ITI. As he finished his narrative the Afghan started to his feet ; his hands were clenched and a fierce light shone in his dark cyes. Then he scemed to remember that we were present, and, hastily recovering himself, he

added :(—

“but Tlestra awaits me, T must pass on, May the Prophet hless the Englishmen ! and before we could hinder him, cven if we had 5O desired, he hurried past us, and we saw him threading the mountain path before us.

“Shall we follow him, Frank?” I asked Denviers, as T glanced at him to observe what cffect the strange story had upon him, to which we had listencd.

“ Not now,” hcanswered. “With the recol- lection of the wrongs which have so deeply stirred him so recently, he might foruct the scrvice which we have done him, and | certainly have no desire to try conclusions with him i the pass, as the treacherous Zaduzar did 1”7

“ Wisdom lies in the sahib’s words,” said Hassan. *'T'his wondrous rock of which he speaks must be casy to find in the pass above us + the Afghan s weary and will seck rest - the cave; and, while yet he sleeps, we may pass - osalety and sce this strange marvel.” We waited until about two hours had passed, then we rose, and, led by Hassan, we toiled up the path which grew naurower as we proceeded, until after passing through some strangely scarred rocks we saw Hassan stop at Tast, and hold up his hand warningly to us. - Then he cautiously moved back to us, and said in a low tone - -

“Nalibs, the Afghan’s cave is just in front, Move lightly, for the cars of those of Lastern nations are quick, cven in their sleep.” We moved forward almost noisclessly, and in a moment more stood before the orifice of the cave and peered . Upon a low couch made of the skins of animals the Afghan outcast lay sunk in a restful sleep. The fieree Took upon his face scemed to be less noticeable, and from the few broken words which came in a soft, passionate tone from his lips, we concluded that in his dreams he was agam hiving beneath the roof of his princely palace. His head rested upon onc arm, while the other Jay still upon his breast.

Above the duststained garh which the Afghan wore we saw, fastened to the rough granite-like side of the cave, a disused sword the handle of which was studded with jewels, while its steel blade, dinted and bent in the conflict of which we had heard, was imbued with a dull ved stain. Adorned with this weapon he had doubtless wandered through the streets of Cairo when first the eyes of Hestra met his, and, grasping this sword, he had stood upon the spot from which we were now gazing upon him, while in her defence he had beaten back the relentless focs. Looking at him as he lay there we seemed to