They literally hugged each other, roaring with delight, while the donkey underneath them both jogged dutifully on.
Before a caravanserai in a small valley green with fruit-trees, beside a slender stream whose banks were fringed with oleander, I was sitting waiting for some luncheon when the donkey and its riders came again in sight.

The soldier tumbled off on spying me and ran into the inn like one possessed.

A minute later he brought out the food which I had ordered and set the table for me in the shade of trees.
'I would not let another serve thee,' he informed me, 'for the love of that vile joke that thou didst put upon me.

It was not loaded.

After all my fright!...