“Then do not stay here,” whispered Helen, glancing suspiciously at the great curtain, which seemed to wave to and fro, and moved as though some one were listening close behind.
“Do not stay?” said the girl, wonderingly.
“No. Let us escape together.”
“But to leave Murad?”
“He does not love you now.”
“But Hamet does; he would grieve. They would follow and kill me.”
“No, no. You shall not be harmed,” said Helen, excitedly. “I will protect you. You shall live with me.”
“No,” said the girl, sadly, “I could not go away and leave Murad. He is cruel to me, but I cannot be cruel to him. He would want me if I was gone.”
“But you say he would kill you if you stayed?”
“Yes,” sighed the girl. “He would kill me for helping you to escape if he found me out.”