It was as natural to him as David's manner was to himself.

Each had trained himself in his own way to the mastery of his will, and the will in each was stronger than any passion of emotion in them.

So far at least it had been so.

In David it was the outcome of his faith, in Nahoum it was the outcome of his philosophy, a simple, fearless fatalism.
David had been left by Kaid in a small room, little more than an alcove, next to a larger room richly furnished.

Both rooms belonged to a spacious suite which lay between the harem and the major portion of the Palace.