Oncethey had been called Dervish, but the Mahdi had forbidden the use ofthat name as demeaning. Muhammad Ahmed, the Victorious Mahdi, walked in the cool of the eveningalong the bank of the great river. They can't eat her. Old Ali met them coughing and grumbling.
He clapped his hat on to hishead and set out down the terrace towards Gordon's headquarters. It would be a near-run thing. The brightcrimson flow shrivelled, and the lassitude of approaching death settledover him. Ali grunted noncommittally, but Bacheetanswered for him.
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