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The Grand Cham him, cracked his whip over the horse’s back, remarked, “Giddap, you ol’ hay-burner,” and was once more on his way. Lying in the ditch, under a small shrub, where it had fallen from Bill’s wagon, a bright tin can glstened in the sunshine. Iif The rear wheel of the wagon had passed over it, causing its contents to leak out slowly and moisten the little patch of earth beneath. The can bore the label “‘Nitro- glycerin,’ but the odor of its contents was that of Kentucky Bourbon. oH : ee WY ge rns il ie bla th ~ ~ — — aa — - | A Complete Novel by Harold Lamb Author of ““The Curved Sword,” ‘‘The Village of the Ghost,’ etc ee his first pitched battle. I THE GATE OF SHADOWS WAS evening on the plain of Angora in the year of Our Lord 1394. The sun was a glim- mering ball of red, peering through a haze of dust at the caravan of Bayezid the Great, surnamed the Thunder- bolt, Sultan of thé Osmanli and Seljuke Tutks, master of the Caliphate and overlord of the Mamelukes of Egypt. Bayezid reined in his white Arab. “We will sleep the night here,” he an- nounced, “for this is an auspicious spot.” At Angora a decade ago, as leader of the hard-fighting Osmanlis, Bayezid had won He had been ac- claimed sultan and straightway had slain his brother with his own hand. From that moment Fate had been kind to the man called the Thunderbolt. “To hear is to obey,” cried his followers. “Hail to the Mighty, the Merciful, the All- Dispensing One!” Bayezid glanced around theaat the dust haze and saw the quivering shapes of silk pavilions rising from the baked clay floor of the plateau as his camp-followers scurried about. A line of grunting baggage-camels stalked into the nest of tents that marked the quarters of his grandees. negro slaves, the several litters of his women halted beside the khanates that separated his household from the small army that attended him. A slow smile crossed his broad, swart face. Eomichbooks.co Attended by -