"There are millions looking to you for leadership.

Leave me out of it.

Leave Lawrence out of it, and all the other non-Moslems who have done their bit for you.

Leave most of these Syrians out of it; for they're simply politicians making use of you--a mess of breeds and creeds so mixed and corrupted that they don't know which end up they stand! If the Syrians had guts they'd have rallied so hard to you long ago that no outsider would have had a chance." "What do you mean?
What are you proposing ?" Feisul asked quietly.
"Baghdad is your place, not Damascus!" "But here I am in Damascus," Feisul retorted; and for the first time there was a note of impatience in his voice.

"I came here at the request of the Allies, on the strength of their promises.