GUIMARD. Head? Why, my feet are down there—Isn't that my feet?
BISKRA. Of course!
GUIMARD. I thought so. Give me a stool now—under my head.
BISKRA. [Pulls out the aloe plant and pushes it under Guimard's legs] There's a stool for you.
GUIMARD. And then water!—Water!
BISKRA. [Fills the empty bowl with sand and hands it to GUIMARD] Drink while it's cold.
GUIMARD. [Putting his lips to the bowl] It is cold—and yet it does not still my thirst! I cannot drink it—I abhor water—take it away!
BISKRA. There's the dog that bit you!
GUIMARD. What dog? I have never been bitten by a dog.
BISKRA. The Simoom has shrivelled up your memory—beware the delusions of the Simoom! Don't you remember the mad greyhound that bit you during the last hunt at Bab-el-Wad?