And if the man at the top gets up again and salaams and strokes your hand, and says, 'Be my brother,' then it's a full Nile, and the fig-tree putteth forth its tender branches, and the date-palm flourisheth, and at the village pond the thanksgiving turkey gobbles and is glad.

'Selah'!" The sunset gun boomed out from the citadel.

David turned to go, and Lacey added: "I'm waiting for a pasha who's taking toll of the officers inside there--Achmet Pasha.

They call him the Ropemaker, because so many pass through his hands to the Nile.

The Old Muslin I call him, because he's so diaphanous.