To this he set his eye, only to find that it served him nothing, for there was no light in the tent.

Still, men were there who talked in the darkness.
"Good," said a voice--it was that of one of the brethren, but which he could not tell, for even to those who knew them best they seemed to be the same.

"Good; then it is settled.

To-morrow, at the hour arranged, you bring the princess to the place agreed upon, disguised as you have said.

In payment for this service I hand you the Luck of Hassan which you covet.