For how could any thing that breathed approach this tent through a triple line of sentries?
So we sat still, staring at the darkness, till presently in that darkness appeared a glow of light, such as comes from the fire-flies of Ethiopia.

It grew and grew while we gasped with fear, till presently it took shape, and the shape it took was that of the ancient withered face, the sightless eyes, and the white beard of the holy Tanofir.

Yes, there not two feet from the ground seemed to float the head of the holy Tanofir, limned in faint flame, which I suppose must have been reflected on to it from the light of some camp-fire without.
"O my beloved master!" cried Karema, and threw herself towards him.
"O my beloved Cup!" answered Tanofir.

"Glad am I to know you well and unshattered." Then a torch was lit and lo! there before us, wrapped in his dark cloak sat the holy Tanofir.
"Whence come you, my Great-uncle ?" I asked amazed.
"From less far than you do, Nephew," he answered.

"Namely out of Amada yonder.