"I thank you for your long journey on my behalf and the blow you have struck for me, and in payment I will send you a gift of gold; the Sultan will see it safe into your hands.

I thank you.

I wish I could have known more of you, but mayhap we shall meet again in war.

Farewell." She ceased, and I could see that she was watching us intently through her thin veil.

The Sultan also watched us, stroking his long beard, a look of speculation in his eyes, for evidently this play interested him and he wondered how it would end.
"This won't do," said Orme, when he understood the thing.