Nay, Atam-or, do not thank us; thanks are distasteful to the Kosekin: these brave followers of mine will all be amply rewarded for this, for they will all be made paupers; but as for myself, I want no higher reward than the delightful thought that I have saved you from suffering." The beautiful, smiling Layelah, who addressed me in this way with her sweet voice, was certainly not to be treated as an enemy.

Against her a rifle could not be levelled; she would have looked at me with the same sweet smile, and that smile would have melted all my resolution.
Nor could I even persist in my determination to remain.

Remain! For what?
For utter despair! And yet where else could we go?
"You do not know where lie the lands of the Orin," said Layelah.

"The athaleb does not know.

You could not guide him if you did know.