‘Antelopes?’
‘That’s it—and the curs ran into them as a falcon does into a skein of ducks. Wulf and I galloped and galloped over those accursed sand-heaps till the horses stuck fast; and when they got their wind again, we found each pair of dogs with a deer down between them—and what can man want more, if he cannot get fighting? You eat them, so you need not sneer.’
‘Well, dogs are the only things worth having, then, that this Alexandria does produce.’
‘Except fair ladies!’ put in one of the girls.
‘Of course. I’ll except the women. But the men-’
‘The what? I have not seen a man since I came here, except a dock-worker or two—priests and fine gentlemen they are all—and you don’t call them men, surely?’
‘What on earth do they do, beside riding donkeys?’
‘Philosophise, they say.’
‘What’s that?’
‘I’m sure I don’t know; some sort of slave’s quill-driving, I suppose.’