"I will place a drop of sweetened water on their lips, and bring them safe through, though they are dying. Tell them as much."
The Shaykh was departing when the Prince, shrewdly suspecting it was he who feared, called him back.
"How call ye the afternoon prayer, O Shaykh?"
"El Asr."
"What didst thou when it was called?"
"Am I not a believer? I prayed."
"And thou hast heard the Arafat sermon?"
"Even so, O Prince."
"Then, as thou art a believer, and a hadji, O Shaykh, thou and all with thee shalt see the Khatib on his dromedary, and hear him again. Only promise me to stay till his last Amin."
"I promise," said the Shaykh, solemnly.