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Savage Doherty
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\r\nExperience the story of Basim, a cunning street thief seeking answers and justice as he navigates the bustling streets of ninth-century Baghdad. Through a mysterious, ancient organization known as the Hidden Ones, he will become a deadly Master Assassin and change his fate in ways he never could have imagined.\r\n
Louise, self-engrossed, and with a pleasant sense ofdetachment from the prospective inconveniences of themoment, was leaning back among the cushions of themotionless car. Her eyes, lifted upward, traveled pastthe dimly lit hillside, with its patchwork of wall-enclosedfields, up to where the leaning clouds and the unseenheights met in a misty sea of obscurity.
The moon had not yet risen, but a faint and luminousglow, spreading like a halo about the topmost peak ofthat ragged line of hills, heralded its approach. Louisesat with clasped hands, rapt and engrossed in theesthetic appreciation of a beauty which found its waybut seldom into her town-enslaved life. She listened tothe sound of a distant sheepbell. Her eyes swept thehillsides, vainly yet without curiosity, for any sign ofa human dwelling. The voices of her chauffeur and hermaid, who stood talking heatedly together by the bonnetof the car, seemed to belong to another world. Shehad the air of one completely yet pleasantly detachedfrom all material surroundings.
The maid, leaving her discomfited companion with afinal burst of reproaches, came to the side of the car.Her voice, when she addressed her mistress, sank to alower key, but her eyes still flashed with anger.
"But would madame believe it?" she exclaimed.[Pg 2]"It is incredible! The man Charles there, who callshimself a chauffeur of experience, declares that we arewhat he calls 'hung up'! Something unexpected hashappened to the magneto. There is no spark. Whosefault can that be, I ask, but the chauffeur's? And sucha desert we have reached! We have searched the maptogether. We are thirty miles from any town, manymiles from even a village. What a misfortune!"
Louise turned her head regretfully away from themysterious spaces. She listened patiently, but withoutany sort of emotion, to her maid's flow of distressedwords. She even smiled very faintly when the girl hadfinished.
"Something will happen," she remarked indifferently."There is no need for you to distress yourself.There must be a farmhouse or shelter of some sort near.If the worst comes to the worst, we can spend the nightin the car. We have plenty of furs and rugs. Youare not a good traveler, Aline. You lose heart toosoon."
"Madame speaks of spending the night in the car!"she exclaimed. "Why, one has not eaten since luncheon,and of all the country through which we havepassed, this is the loneliest and dreariest spot."
"I am very sorry, madam," he reported, "but somethinghas gone wrong with the magneto. I shall haveto take it to pieces before I can tell exactly what iswrong. At present I can't get a spark of any sort."
"What have we to fear, you foolish girl? For myself,I would like better than anything to remain hereuntil the moon comes over the top of that round hill.But listen! It is just as I told you. There is no necessityfor Charles to leave us."
They all turned their heads. From some distancebehind on the hard, narrow road, curling like a piece ofwhite tape around the hillside, there came, faintly atfirst, but more distinctly every moment, the sound ofhorse's hoofs.
The chauffeur walked back a few yards, prepared togive early warning to the approaching horseman. Thetwo women, standing up in the car, watched the spotwhere the road, hidden for some time in the valley, cameinto sight.
[Pg 4]Louder and louder came the sound of the beating ofhoofs. Louise gave a little cry as a man on horsebackappeared in sight at the crest of the hill. The narrowstrip of road seemed suddenly dwarfed, an unreasonableportion of the horizon blotted out. In the half lightthere was something almost awesome in the unusualsize of the horse and of the man who rode it.
Conscious of the obstruction in the road, the riderslackened his speed. His horse, a great, dark-coloredanimal, pricked up his ears when scarcely a dozen yardsaway from the car, stopped short, and suddenly boltedout on the open moor. There was the sound of a heavywhip, a loud, masterful voice, and a very brief struggle,during which the horse once plunged and reared so highthat Louise, watching, cried out in fear. A few momentslater, however, horse and rider, the former quiveringand subdued, were beside the car.
She did not at once reply. Her eyes were fixed uponthe face of her questioner. There was little enough ofhim to be seen, yet she was aware of an exceptional interestin his dimly revealed personality. He wasyoung, unusually tall, and his voice was cultivated.Beyond that, she could see or divine nothing.
He, for his part, with his attention still largely engagedin keeping his horse under control, yet knew, inthose first few moments, that he was looking into the[Pg 5]face of a woman who had no kinship with the world inwhich he had been born and had lived his days. Thosewere fugitive thoughts which passed between them, onlyhalf conceived, yet strong enough to remain as first andunforgettable impressions. Then the commonplace interestsof the situation became insistent.
"Well, you have begun very nicely by doing what Iasked you," she said. "Really, you know, to an impressionableperson there was something rather terrifyingabout you when you appeared suddenly from out ofthe shadows in such a lonely place. I was beginningto wonder whether you were altogether real, whetherone of those black hills there had not opened to let youout. You see, I know something of the legends of yourcountry, although I have never been here before."
"You did not exactly frighten me," she assured him,"but you looked so abnormally large. Please tell uswhat you would advise us to do. Is there a village near,or an inn, or even a barn? Or shall we have to spendthe night in the car?"
"You are indeed a good Samaritan!" she exclaimed."A roof is more than we had dared to hope for, althoughwhen one looks up at this wonderful sky andbreathes this air, one wonders, perhaps, whether a roof,after all, is such a blessing."
"Of course," she assented. "Aline, you will bringmy dressing-bag and follow us. This gentleman is kindenough to offer us shelter for the night. Dear me, youreally are almost as tall as you appeared!" she added,as she stood by his side. "For the first time in my lifeyou make me feel undersized."
He looked down at her, a little more at his ease nowby reason of the friendliness of her manner, althoughhe had still the air of one embarked upon an adventure,the outcome of which was to be regarded with some[Pg 7]qualms. She was of little more than medium height,and his first impressions of her were that she was thin,and too pale to be good-looking; that her eyes werelarge and soft, with eyebrows more clearly defined thanis usual among Englishwomen; and that she moved withoutseeming to walk.
"I suppose I am tall," he admitted, as they startedoff along the road. "One doesn't notice it aroundhere. My name is John Strangewey, and our house isjust behind that clump of trees there, on the top of thehill. We will do our best to make you comfortable,"he added a little doubtfully; "but there are only mybrother and myself, and we have no women servants inthe house."
[Pg 9]It was he now whose thoughts rushed away to thatmedley of hill legends of which she had spoken. Wasshe indeed a creature of flesh and blood, of the sameworld as the dull people among whom he lived? Thenhe remembered the motor-car, the chauffeur, and theFrench maid, and he gave a little sigh of relief.
She looked around her almost in wonder as her companionpaused with his hand upon a little iron gate.From behind that jagged stretch of hills in the distancea corner of the moon had now appeared. By its light,looking backward, she could see the road which they hadleft below, the moorland stretching away into mistyspace, an uneasy panorama with its masses of grayboulders, its clumps of gorse, its hillocks and hollows.
John Strangewey ushered his companion into thesquare, oak-paneled hall, hung with many trophies ofthe chase, a few oil-paintings, here and there some[Pg 10]sporting prints. It was lighted only with a singlelamp which stood upon a round, polished table in thecenter of the white-flagged floor.
"This lady's motor-car has broken down, Stephen,"John explained, turning a little nervously toward hisbrother. "I found them in the road, just at the bottomof the hill. She and her servants will spend thenight here. I have explained that there is no village orinn for a good many miles."
Louise turned graciously toward the elder man, whowas standing grimly apart. Even in those few seconds,her quick sensibilities warned her of the hostilitywhich lurked behind his tightly closed lips and steel-grayeyes. His bow was stiff and uncordial, and hemade no movement to offer his hand.
Louise, with a heavy, silver-plated candlestick in herhand, stood upon the uneven floor of the bedroom towhich she had been conducted, looking up at the oak-framedfamily tree which hung above the broad chimney-piece.She examined the coat of arms emblazonedin the corner, and peered curiously at the last neatlyprinted addition, which indicated Stephen and JohnStrangewey as the sole survivors of a diminishing line.When at last she turned away, she found the name uponher lips.
The room was of unusual size, with two worm-eatenbeams across the ceiling; the windows were casemented,with broad seats in each recess. The dressing table,upon which her belongings were set out, was of solid,black oak, as was also the framework of the huge[Pg 13]sofa, the mirror, and the chairs. The ancient four-poster,hung with chintz and supported by carvedpillars, was spread with fine linen and covered with aquilt made of small pieces of silk, lavender-perfumed.The great wardrobe, with its solid mahogany doors,seemed ancient enough to have stood in its place sincethe building of the house itself. A log of sweet-smellingwood burned cheerfully in the open fireplace.
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