All within them were asleep, even the fighting cocks tied outside were dozing on their perches.

He was unusually weary, he had been riding since dawn, and his heart had not been in sympathy with his body, it had said no good cheer to it, whispered no word of courage or promise.
All at once his physical endurance seemed exhausted, and he saw the white wall and arched gateway of his garden and the turrets of his home with an inexpressible relief.

But it was the hour of siesta, and he was always careful not to let the requirements of his profession disturb his household.

So he rode quietly to the rear, where he found a peon nodding within the stable door.

He opened his eyes unnaturally wide, and rose to serve his master.
"See thou rub the mare well down, and give her corn and water." "To be sure, Senior, that is to be done.