And there he lies, the Saadat caring for him as though he was his brother.

But that's his way; though, now I come to think of it, the Saadat doesn't suspect what I suspect, that Halim Bey brought word from Nahoum to our sheikhs here to keep us here, or lose us, or do away with us.

Old Ebn Ezra doesn't say much himself, doesn't say anything about that; but he's guessing the same as me.

And the Saadat looks as though he was ready for his grave, but keeps going, going, going.

He never seems to sleep.