The will of the Most High is that they should be fools.

They know how to keep faith with their enemies, but towards each other they know only deception.

Hai! I have seen! I have seen!" He stretched himself full length before the fire, and closed his eye in real or simulated sleep.

Lakamba, not quite convinced, sat for a long time with his gaze riveted on the dull embers.

As the night advanced, a slight white mist rose from the river, and the declining moon, bowed over the tops of the forest, seemed to seek the repose of the earth, like a wayward and wandering lover who returns at last to lay his tired and silent head on his beloved's breast..