Chamberlain:
There is very much for your Majesty to do. Iktra has revolted.
King:
Where is Iktra?
Chamberlain:
It is a little country tributary to your Majesty, beyond Zebdarlon, up among the hills.
King:
Almost, had it not been for this, almost I had asked you to let me go away among the camel-drivers to golden Mecca. I have done the work of a King now for five years and listened to my councilors, and all the while the desert called to me; he said, "Come to the tents of my children, to the tents of my children!" And all the while I dwelt among these walls.
Chamberlain:
If your majesty left the city now——