They have sent an ultimatum, but delayed it so as not to permit me time to answer.

It has expired already.

They are probably advancing." "And you intend to sit here and wait for them ?" "I shall be at the front." "You know you haven't a chance!" "My advisers think that my presence at the front will encourage our men sufficiently to win the day." "Have you a charm against mustard gas ?" "That is our weakness.

No, we have no masks." "And the wind setting up from the sea at this time of year! Your army is going straight into a trap, and you along with it.

Half of the men who advise you to go to the front will fight like lions against a net, and the other half will sell you to the French! Your fifty thousand men will melt like butter in the sun and your Arab cause will be left without a leader!" Feisul pondered that for about a minute, leaning back and watching Grim's face.
"We held a council of war, Jimgrim," he said at last.