“And yet—perhaps what we don’t know is far more horrible.”
“Don’t talk like that, or I shall go mad.”
“Ha! ha! ha!”
The laugh was from Selim.
“I’ve got it. It is here. Great prophet, isn’t it beautiful?”
“What are you talking about, Selim?”
“This—look at it.”
“Look at what? Isn’t it so dark that you could cut the very atmosphere?”
“He has gone mad,” whispered Ibrahim.
“I am afraid it is so.”