.

But no matter.
Remember! The white man must be safe." "He lives in your shadow," answered Babalatchi, solemnly.

"It is enough!" He touched his forehead and fell back to let Abdulla go first.
And now they are back in the courtyard wherefrom, at their appearance, listlessness vanishes, and all the faces become alert and interested once more.

Lakamba approaches his guest, but looks at Babalatchi, who reassures him by a confident nod.

Lakamba clumsily attempts a smile, and looking, with natural and ineradicable sulkiness, from under his eyebrows at the man whom he wants to honour, asks whether he would condescend to visit the place of sitting down and take food.