"Why?" asked the Sudânese.
"Because I want to sit on the camel with the little 'bint' and give her water."
"Dinah has a bigger gourd than mine."
"But she is greedy and surely has emptied it. A great deal of sand must have fallen into her saddle which you made like a basket. Dinah will be helpless."
"The wind will break out after a while and will refill it."
"That is the more reason why she will require help."
Idris lashed the camel with his whip and for a while they rode in silence.
"Why don't you answer?" Stas asked.
"Because I am considering whether it would be better to tie you to the saddle or tie your hands behind."
"You have become insane."