Through growing drowse he heard the names of devils--of Zulbazan, Son of Eblis, who lives in bazars and paraos, making all the sudden lewd wickedness of wayside halts; of Dulhan, invisible about mosques, the dweller among the slippers of the faithful, who hinders folk from their prayers; and Musboot, Lord of lies and panic.

Huneefa, now whispering in his ear, now talking as from an immense distance, touched him with horrible soft fingers, but Mahbub's grip never shifted from his neck till, relaxing with a sigh, the boy lost his senses.
'Allah! How he fought! We should never have done it but for the drugs.

That was his white blood, I take it,' said Mahbub testily.

'Go on with the dawut [invocation].

Give him full Protection.' 'O Hearer! Thou that hearest with ears, be present.