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CHAPTER THE SEVENTH
‘Aslaug Simonssen. I did not doubt her for a
moment, nor she me. With that name this could
be no one but Aslaug Simonssen.’
Subchapter i
WE were awakened in our tents at dawn by the
crowing of the diminutive rooster Georgios
had brought from Cairo. It crowed not only
piercingly, but with a shrill, petulant insistence there
was no denying. I heard the sound of hasty move¬
ment in the tent of Marrot, which was nearest to me,
and glanced out. Poising a boot, the noted Egyptol¬
ogist scrambled through the cords of his tent. The
projectile hurtled through the air. There came a
loud thwack, a startled giggle from the hen cooped
up with the rooster, and the rooster’s Growings
crescendoing into an outraged chirawk. Marrot
stood cursing unemotionally, yawned, turned about
and caught my eye.
“Hello 1 So you did come back. Thought we’d
mislaid you among your desert friends.”
I had been uneasy about that unwarranted absence.
“The Princess Pelagueya is an old friend of mine,”
I explained, and stared at Marrot, forgetting him.
Is ? That white-faced Pelagueya who had called
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‘Aslaug Simonssen. I did not doubt her for a
moment, nor she me. With that name this could
be no one but Aslaug Simonssen.’
Subchapter i
WE were awakened in our tents at dawn by the
crowing of the diminutive rooster Georgios
had brought from Cairo. It crowed not only
piercingly, but with a shrill, petulant insistence there
was no denying. I heard the sound of hasty move¬
ment in the tent of Marrot, which was nearest to me,
and glanced out. Poising a boot, the noted Egyptol¬
ogist scrambled through the cords of his tent. The
projectile hurtled through the air. There came a
loud thwack, a startled giggle from the hen cooped
up with the rooster, and the rooster’s Growings
crescendoing into an outraged chirawk. Marrot
stood cursing unemotionally, yawned, turned about
and caught my eye.
“Hello 1 So you did come back. Thought we’d
mislaid you among your desert friends.”
I had been uneasy about that unwarranted absence.
“The Princess Pelagueya is an old friend of mine,”
I explained, and stared at Marrot, forgetting him.
Is ? That white-faced Pelagueya who had called
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| The books of Lewis Grassic Gibbon > Lost trumpet > (84) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205190569 |
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| Description | J. Leslie Mitchell. |
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| Shelfmark | Vts.143.j.8 |
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| Description | Sixteen books written by Lewis Grassic Gibbon (1901-1935), regarded as the most important Scottish prose writer of the early 20th century. All were published in the last seven years of his life, mostly under his real name, James Leslie Mitchell. They include two works of science fiction, non-fiction works on exploration, short stories set in Egypt, a novel about Spartacus, and the classic 'Scots Quair' trilogy which includes 'Sunset Song'. Mitchell's first book 'Hanno, or the future of exploration' (1928) is rare and has never been republished. |
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