Then his voice rolled out like thunder over the stillness of the plains: "But that you trust yourself to my honor I would rend you limb from limb.

Go back to the tiger who rules you, and tell him that--as Allah liveth--I will fall on him, and smite him as he hath never been smitten.
Dead or living, I will have back my own.

If he take her life, I will have ten thousand lives to answer it; if he deal her dishonor, I will light such a holy war through the length and breadth of the land that his nation shall be driven backward like choked dogs into the sea, and perish from the face of the earth for evermore.

And this I swear by the Law and the Prophet!" The menace rolled out, imperious as a monarch's, thrilling through the desert hush.

The Chasseur bent his head, as the words closed.