"What is the meaning of this?" the stranger addressed his question
to Meriem in a tongue she did not understand. She shook her head
and spoke in Arabic. Instantly the man changed his question to
that language.
"These men are taking me away from Korak," explained the girl.
"This one would have harmed me. The other, whom he had just killed,
tried to stop him. They were both very bad men; but this one is
the worse. If my Korak were here he would kill him. I suppose
you are like them, so you will not kill him."
The stranger smiled. "He deserves killing?" he said. "There is
no doubt of that. Once I should have killed him; but not now. I
will see, though, that he does not bother you any more."
He was holding Malbihn in a grasp the giant Swede could not break,
though he struggled to do so, and he was holding him as easily as
Malbihn might have held a little child, yet Malbihn was a huge man,
mightily thewed. The Swede began to rage and curse. He struck
at his captor, only to be twisted about and held at arm's length.
Then he shouted to his boys to come and kill the stranger.
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