The guards took their prisoner out between them--led him past the wrinkled old woman in the courtyard--and halted him in a far corner, where an evil-smelling cage of a place stood open to receive him.

A moment later, in order to make sure, the master of the horse sent for the old woman and made her sweep out the cell a little; then he drove her away with a fierce injunction not to let herself be caught anywhere near the cell again unless ordered.

Following the line of eastern reasoning, had he not given that order he would not have known what her object could be should she make her way toward the cell; but now, if she risked his wrath by disobeying, he would know beyond the least shadow of a doubt that she had a message to deliver to the prisoner--the man who was hidden in the dark corner need entertain no hope of keeping the secret to himself for purposes of sale or blackmail! They trust each other wonderfully--with an almost childlike confidence--in a household such as Jaimihr's!.