Moors, Arabs, Berbers, and Jews, clad in their various costumes of white and blue and black and red--they were a gorgeous, a voluptuous, and, perhaps, a beautiful spectacle in the morning sunlight.
As Israel entered, with Naomi by the hand, he was conscious that every eye was on them, and as they passed through the way that was made for them, he heard the whispered exclamations of the people.

"Shoof!" muttered a Moor.

"See!" "It's himself," said a Jew.

"And the child," said another Jew.

"Allah has smitten her," said an Arab "Blind and dumb and deaf," said another Moor "God be gracious to my father!" said another Arab.
Musicians were playing in the gallery that ran round the court, and from the flat roof above it the women of the Governor's hareem, not yet dispersed, his four lawful Mohammedan wives, and many concubines, were gazing furtively down from behind their haiks.