Then God's throne will be planted on the Rock above us.

Be humble in the presence of these marvels." He turned on his pompous heel and led the way out again without as much as a sidewise glance at me.

The spy was satisfied; he followed the party up the rock-hewn steps, and as a matter of fact went to sleep on a mat near the north door, for so I found him later on.
The silence shut down again.

Suliman went fast asleep, snoring with the even cadence of a clock's tick, using my knees for a pillow with a perfect sense of ownership.

He was there to keep care of me, not I of him.