On the contrary, while I was in their encampment they brought me a straw-mat and a chest, in order that I might have a comfortable seat.
The homeward journey was just as monotonous and wearisome as that to Suez, with the additional fact that I had a quarrel with my people the day before its termination.

Feeling exceedingly fatigued by a lengthened ride, I ordered my servant to stop the camels, as I wished to sleep for a few hours.

The rascals refused to obey, alleging that the road was not safe, and that we should endeavour to overtake a caravan.

This was, however, nothing but an excuse to get home as quickly as possible.

But I was not to be frightened, and insisted that my desire should be complied with, telling them moreover that I had inquired of the consul at Suez concerning the safety of the roads, and had once more heard that there was nothing to fear.