It will haunt me to my dying day.' I did not stop to console him, for my mind was on fire with his news.
'Then the prophet is gone, and the humbug is over,' I cried.
'The prophet still lives.

She has found a successor.' He stood up in his linen tunic.
'Why do I wear these clothes?
Because I am Greenmantle.

I am the _Kaaba-i-hurriyeh_ for all Islam.

In three days' time I will reveal myself to my people and wear on my breast the green ephod of the prophet.' He broke off with an hysterical laugh.

'Only you see, I won't.