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Show "Khali Targa! Khali Targa! Give me the glass that I may eat! See I am crouching at thy feet. In my belly the living scorpion lies, In my heart the fierce lust for paradiseKhali Targa! Khali Targa!" Never yet had Achmed been" bested" by a Roumi. The mere thought of such a catastrophe stirred all his faculties. Since he had been obliged to undertake this journey, he must be well paid for it. The Roumi should be his prey, the Roumi who had miscalled him, who had forced him to play false to one of his own creed, to one of his own people. "Khali Targa! Khali Targa! Give me the knife that my flesh desires, As it longed for the licking tongues of the fires. The glass with the scorpion has gone to rest; Give the curving knife to my naked breast. Khali Targa! Khali Targa!" "Achmed!" Sir Claude's voice shouted from behind. Achmed stopped his singing and turned half round upon his mule. \ "Sidi ?" he said, politely. " If you don't want to drive me mad, stop that cursed whining!" " As monsieur wishes!" ~ He pulled in his mule and Sir ............ "Claude came up with him. "What the devil were you singing about?" \~ "Monsieur, I was singing the song C€m~~ |