To what end ?" Then he fell to thinking of his Uncle Benn.

The East was calling him.

"Something works within me to hold me here, a work to do." From the ramparts of the citadel he watched the sun go down, bathing the pyramids in a purple and golden light, throwing a glamour over all the western plain, and making heavenly the far hills with a plaintive colour, which spoke of peace and rest, but not of hope.

As he stood watching, he was conscious of people approaching.

Voices mingled, there was light laughter, little bursts of admiration, then lower tones, and then he was roused by a voice calling.