It was music that suited our mood, harmonizing perfectly with the solemn marvel of a desert sunset and the velvety, cool silence of the starlit night.
"That man Yussuf had me guessing," he said at last.

"I couldn't place him.

Knew his face, but that was all.

Then she whispered something about his being a wind that carries smells from one village to the next and back again, spying against both sides at the same time.

Then I remembered.