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The Sheykh Shems-ud-dìn sat under a tree enjoying the view, across the strait, of the imperial city, when he was struck by the apparition of a white sunshade slowly bobbing up the path from the shore. Another minute and he sprang to his feet, crying, “Thanks to Allah!” With eyes alight, he ran to kiss his brother.

“They told me thou wast gone,” he said, as he led him to the carpet under the tree. “But my heart informed me that they lied. Thou wouldst never have gone without my peace on thee. I am glad they lied who told me thou wast gone.”

“Of a surety they lied,” chuckled Milhem. “Everyone thought I should travel with those wild beasts. Only this morning one of the greatest called me laggard for remaining behind. Hear my answer! I said: ‘O my lord, had I journeyed with the colonists, I had surely been a party to their quarrels as they arose. With your Grace’s permission, let the quarrels first arise that I, coming as a stranger, may judge impartially with whom the right. Moreover,’ I said, ‘may it please your Highness, I would set my house in order ere I go. And your Excellency’s self will admit that the city Istâna is mistress of more charm than the desert possesses.’ I tell thee, he laughed, that great one; he laughed immoderately and praised my understanding. Men begin to perceive that Milhem Bey is not foolish. In sh’ Allah he will be Milhem Pasha some day.”