And thine ?" "_Bara Miyan_ (The Great Sir), nothing more." "Dost thou wish us well ?" the Master put a leading question.
"_Kull'am antum bil khair_!" (May ye be well, every year!) said the old Sheik.

The Master sensed a huge relief.

Undoubtedly--hard as this was to understand, and much as it contradicted Rrisa's prediction--the attitude of these Jannati Shahr folk was friendly.

Unless, indeed, all this meant ambush.

But to look into those grave, deep eyes, to see that furrowed countenance of noble, straight-forward uprightness, seemed to negative any such suspicion.
"We have come to bring ye wondrous gifts," the Master volunteered, wanting to strike while the iron was hot.
"That is well," assented Bara Miyan.