« Tuthmes ! Let me in ! The devil is loose in Shumballa !” The door was opened, and the speaker burst into the room – a lean, wiry man in a white djebbeh, dark skinned, the whites of his eyes gleaming. He was met by Tuthmes, tall, slender, dusky, with the straight features of his caste. “What are you saying, Afari ?” Afari closed the door before he answered ; he was panting as if from a long run. He was shorter than Tuthmes, and the negroid was more predominant in his features. “Amboola ! He is dead! In the Red Tower ! »
Robert E. Howard - Untitled draft
