"The Veiled Prophet of Khorasan, Lalla Rookh, Tom Moore.

Ichabod." "It sounds like a cypher cablegram," said Zora flippantly.

"But go on." "I will.

Truth, I say, is a Mokanna.

So long as it's decently covered with a silver veil, you all prostrate yourselves before it and pretend to worship it.