Yes, after all those years of seeking, still I fled rather than die, and though I was wounded with a spear and stones, managed to reach and spring upon my horse.

Then, as I was headed off from our camp, I galloped away anywhere, still to save my miserable life from those savages, so strongly is the instinct of self-preservation implanted in us.

From a distance I looked back and saw by the light of the fired tents that the Fung were attacking the Arabs with whom I had travelled, I suppose because they thought them parties to the sacrilege.

Afterwards I heard that they killed them every one, poor men, but I escaped, who unwittingly had brought their fate upon them.
"On and on I galloped up a steep road.

I remember hearing lions roaring round me in the darkness.