"Clearly thou art of us--not of those others." "Others?
What others?
I am but newly come to this country." "Walk with me, then, to my abode, sup with me, eat of my salt, and I will tell thee then, oh, brother.

But I forget: thou hast no knowledge of me.

Listen, then.

I am Arjeeb Noosrut, father of the High Priest Seydama, and it is among the people of my house that the gun is yet preserved.

Nor has the blood of Seydama been ever washed from the wood of it.