“I saw her. How did she get there?”
“Whom did you see?”
“Girzilla.”
“You are dreaming.”
“I am not.”
“How could Girzilla be in the harem of Mohammed?”
“I know not.”
“Come away, before——”
“Look! she uncovers.”
Ibrahim looked across at the women, and, regardless of all consequences, threw himself at the feet of her who had so indiscreetly uncovered her face.