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THE KINGS TALISMAN, 101 ‘“ Now, dog, take thy death,” shouted one of the Nubians, as he pressed upon the young man, and knocked his sword from its guard. A piercing cry rent the air above the clang and rattle of the clashing steel, as the Nubian’s sword swept the air high above Noureddin’s head. He heard the sound, and like an electric shock it filled his soul. Sinking his rowels deep into the flank of his horse, he drew the animal quickly on one side, and as the half-blinded, infatuated Nubian’s sword came whistling down within an inch of his side, he drove his. own weapon deep into the black’s breast. Again he cast his eye about, and another of his Egyptians had fallen, while the rest were fast giving way before the pressing foe. Three of the Nubians had bitten the dust, and hardly had Noureddin slain the last, when the remaining five dashed toward him in a body. The almost exhausted youth saw them coming, and for the first time in his life, he felt a thrill of fear; but it was only for the moment, for, gathering his shield firmly upon his arm, and grasping his sword with a firmer grip, he re- solved to sell his hfe at a dear cost. ‘he Nubians were within a spear’s length of the youth, when from the other side came the Arab leader, followed by six of his men. His sword was in the air, and Noureddin’s head was its aim. Suddenly the Arab’s flashing eyes caught the upturned fea- tures of the young Petran leader, and on the instant the course of his weapon was changed, and the headmost Nubian fell beneath its descending stroke. ‘¢ Hold!”’ shouted the stalwart Arab, as he dashed in be- tween Noureddin and the Nubians. ‘‘ Here are your vic- tims!” And as he spoke another of the now petrified Nubians tumbled from his horse from the blow of his heavy sword. Like the young vulture pounces upon the prey which its mother has pointed out, darted the Arabs upon the re- Eomichooks: co