"Be thou not so distressed.

Is it not better that these very precious things be kept in greater safety at the Jannati Shahr?
Come, Rrisa! Arise!" The orderly made no move, uttered no sound.

The Master dragged him up, held him, peered into his face that had gone quite ashen under its brown.
"Why, Lord! the man has fainted dead away!" exclaimed the Master.

He gathered Rrisa in his powerful arms, carried him to his own cabin and laid him in the berth, there; then he bathed his face with water and chafed his hands and throat.
In a few minutes, Rrisa's eyes vaguely opened.

He gulped, gasped, made shift to speak a few feeble words.
"Master!" he whispered.
"Well, what dost thou wish ?" "One favor, only!" "And what is that ?" "Leave me, a little while.