He had slept, he said; he had slept and rested, and the night was good--he would wait.

Then the other brought rugs and blankets, and gave David some, and lay down beside the fire, and watched and waited for he knew not what.

Ever and ever his eyes were on David, and far back under the acacia-tree Achmet slept as he had not slept since his doom fell on him.
At last Ebn Ezra Bey also slept; but David was awake with the night and the benevolent moon and the marching stars.

The spirit of the desert was on him, filling him with its voiceless music.

From the infinite stretches of sand to the south came the irresistible call of life, as soft as the leaves in a garden of roses, as deep as the sea.