I saw no more until the ruins loomed up close before me, a blind wall.
'Your right hand!' called Rashid; and, bearing to the right, I found the gateway.

We waited underneath its vault until the muleteer, a dripping object, shrouded in a sack, came up with his two mules; and then we once more plunged into the deluge.

The path, a very rough one, wavered up and down and in and out among the ruins.

There were, perhaps, a dozen scattered houses without gardens or any sign of cultivation round them.

Only one of them possessed an upper storey, and towards that, supposing it to be the guest-room, we now picked our way.