She can inflict a defeat on them from which they will not recover for years, only it must be done at once, before they get their nerve again, for, after all, they are more frightened than hurt." Maqueda listened to this advice intently.
"It is to my liking; it is very good," she said in her quaint archaic Arabic when I had finished translating.

"But I must consult my Council.
Where is my uncle, the prince Joshua ?" "Here, Lady," answered a voice from the press behind, out of which presently emerged, mounted on a white horse, a stout man, well advanced in middle age, with a swarthy complexion and remarkably round, prominent eyes.

He was clad in the usual Eastern robes, richly worked, over which he wore a shirt of chain-mail, and on his head a helmet, with mail flaps, an attire that gave the general effect of an obese Crusader of the early Norman period without his cross.
"Is that Joshua ?" said Orme, who was wandering a little again.
"Rummy-looking cock, isn't he?
Sergeant, tell Joshua that the walls of Jericho are down, so there'll be no need to blow his own trumpet.

I'm sure from the look of him that he's a perfect devil with a trumpet." "What does your companion say ?" asked Maqueda again.
I translated the middle part of Orme's remarks, but neither the commencement nor the end, but even these amused her very much, for she burst out laughing, and said, pointing to Harmac, over which still hung a cloud of dust: "Yes, yes, Joshua, my uncle, the walls of Jericho are down, and the question is, will you not take your opportunity?
So in an hour or two we shall be dead, or if God goes with us, perhaps free from the menace of the Fung for years." The prince Joshua stared at her with his great, prominent eyes, then answered in a thick, gobbling voice: "Are you mad, Child of Kings?
Of us Abati here there are but five hundred men, and of the Fung yonder tens of thousands.

If we attacked, they would eat us up.