The whole place was hardly more than twenty feet wide each way.
There was no furniture, not even the usual mats--nothing but naked rock to lie or sit on, polished smooth as glass by centuries of naked feet.
I was going to sit in a corner, but Grim seized my arm and pointed to the centre of the floor, stamping with his foot to show the exact place I should take.

It rang vaguely hollow under the impact, and Suliman, already frightened by the shadows, seized my hand in a paroxysm of terror.
"You've got to prove you're a man tonight and stick it out!" Grim said to him in English; and with that, rather than argue the point and risk a scene, he followed the sheikh up the steps and disappeared.

Grim's methods with Suliman were a strange mixture of understanding sympathy and downright indifference to sentiment that got him severely criticized by the know-it-all party, who always, everywhere condemn.

But he certainly got results.
A legion of biblical and Koranic devils owned Suliman.

They were the child's religion.