The Sheik

The Sheik

In this world of peace and flame

Lies a palm garden of the Sahara

A blessed oasis of the sands

Where the children of Araby dwell In happy ignorance that Civilization has passed them by.

Maidens chosen for the marriage market. An ancients custom by which. Wives are secured for the wealthy sons of Allah.

Zilah, one of the prizes destined for the marriage lottery. Ruth Miller

A tribal chieftain protests the sale of his sweetheart. Youseef...George Waggener

The Sheik, Ahmed Ben Hassan, upon whose shoulders has fallen the heritage of leadership. Rudolph Valentino

When love is more desired than riches, it is will of Allah. Let another be chosen.

On the way to the harems Of the rich merchants. To obey and serve like chattel slaves.

Biskra, the Beautiful. Gateway to the desert.

A city of adventure. Where the new civilization Rubs elbows with the old.

Are you going to attend Diana Mayo's farewell dance this evening?

I am not! I thoroughly disapprove of this young madcap's wild scheme!

The idea of Diana Mayo planing a tour alone into the desert, with only native camel-drivers and Arabs!

The subject of all the gossip, the orphan daughter of an English peer, Lady Diana Mayo. Agnes Ayres

Her brother, Sir Aubrey, who for years has vainty striven to curb Diana's reckless spirit of daring Frank Butler

Diana's guide into the desert, Mustapha Ali Charles Brindley

I have a good mind to make you give up this insane trip.

I've made up my mind, dear brother.

Evening in the Monte Carlo of the Sahara

Diana, I love you. Postpone this trip and give me the right to go with you.

Marriage is captivity - the end of independence. I am content with my life as it is.

It is the great Sheik Ahmed Ben Hassan. He is entertaining at the Casino tonight.

Mademioselle will be disappointed- the Casino is closed to all except Arabs.

And why should a savage desert bandit keep us out of any public place?

Sheik Ahmed is not a savage. He is a rish tribal prince, who was educated in Paris. In Biskra his slightest wish is law.

Go to the dancer and ask if I may borrow one of her costumes for the evening.

Like a page from the Arabian Nights. The marriage gamble Where bridge are won On the turn of a wheel.

Oh, sons of Allah! Gaze upon the charms of Halima, loveliest flower of the desert.

To the cultured English girl this marriage fair suggests the slave of the barbarous past.

The pale hands and golden hair of a white woman.

By whose invitation do you come here?

I wanted to see the savage who could bar me from this Casino.

With your permission, the savage will escort you to the door.

It is the English woman whom I am to guide into the desert tomorrow.

Dawn- with the Arab under the lure of the defiant English girl.

Pale hands I love, Beside the Shalimar, Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?

Into the sand garden of the sun.

with her brother accompanying her on the first day's journey

Don't worry, Aubrey, I shall join you in London in a month - goodbye.

Lie still, you little fool!

Her exultant dream of freedom ended- a helpless captive in the desert wastes.

Gaston, the French valet, in the Sheik's service since his school days in France. Lucien Littlefield.

Why have you brought me here?

Are you not woman enough to know?

Do you know how beautiful you are?

I am not accustomed to having my orders disobeyed.

And I am not accustomed to obeying orders.

You will learn!

You make a very charming boy, but it was not a boy I saw two nights ago in Biskra.

Your luggage has arrived. You will dress for dinner.

See that Mademoiselle is given every comfort and attend to her luggage at once.

I speak French, Madame, and come to serve my master's bride.

An hour of anguished revolt, while a savage sand-storm sweeps in from the fevered wastes.

Do you think can keep me here when I am missed by my friends in Biskra?

You will not be missed until it is too late...

too late for anyone to learn your whereabouts- the desert is a great hidingplace

Better remain here, for in that sand fury you would not live an hour.

You are so pretty and if I choose, I can make you love me.

I would rather you killed me.

Master, the horses! They have broken loose!

Through the dull slumber of despair. Until morning tempts back. A desire to live.

For Madame to wear the master's orders.

After a week of sullen obedience.

To my friend, Ahmed Ben Hassan from Raoul de st. Hubert

That I can at last make another visit to you in the desert. I count the days until you meet me in Biskra. Affection stely Raoul

Pale hands I love, Beside the Shalimar, Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?

Pale hands, pink tipped!

Then it was you who sang beneath my window in Biskra?