"I will give thee an hour to think upon it.

Come with me." He stepped forward.

"To-morrow I will answer thee, Kaid." "To-morrow there is work for thee to do.

Come." David followed him.
The eyes that followed the Prince and the Quaker were not friendly.
What Kaid had long foreshadowed seemed at hand: the coming of a European counsellor and confidant.

They realised that in the man who had just left the room with Kaid there were characteristics unlike those they had ever met before in Europeans.
"A madman," whispered High Pasha to Achmet the Ropemaker.
"Then his will be the fate of the swine of Gadarene," said Nahoum Pasha, who had heard.
"At least one need not argue with a madman." The face of Achmet the Ropemaker was not more pleasant than his dark words.
"It is not the madman with whom you have to deal, but his keeper," rejoined Nahoum.
Nahoum's face was heavier than usual.