He will send his men against us, and that is no light matter either.

They are heretics without hope of paradise and bent on seeing hell before their time! Surely they will come to loot our camp in the dark.
Shall we not defend ourselves ?" But Grim was not disposed to stumble into any traps.
"Does a loaded camel on the level trouble about hills ?" he asked.
But Ali Baba waved the question aside as irrelevant.
"They come.

We defend ourselves.

One, or maybe two, or even more of Ali Higg's scoundrels are slain.

Behold a blood-feud! Jimgrim and his friends depart for El-Kudz* or elsewhere; Ali Baba and his sons have a feud on their hands.