Mūsa's home is at Bāsufān; we met his father in the cornfields as we came up, and:
"God strengthen your body!" cried Mūsa, giving the salutation proper to one working in the fields.
"And your body!" he answered, lifting his dim eyes to us.
"He is old," explained Mūsa as we rode on, "and trouble has fallen on him, but once he was the finest man in the Jebel Sim'ān, and the best shot."
MŪSA AND HIS FAMILY
"What trouble?" said I.
"My brother was slain by a blood enemy a few months ago," he answered. "We do not know who it was that killed him, but perhaps it was one of his bride's family, for he took her without their consent."
"And what has happened to the bride?" I asked.