That was the seat of the mighty.

You could not have dropped a handkerchief between the men who wanted to be nearest the throne of influence.

But Anazeh solved that riddle.

He strode, stately and magnificent, up the middle of the carpet amid a mutter of imprecations.

And when one more than ordinarily indignant sheikh demanded to know what he meant by it, he paused in front of him and laid his right hand on my shoulder.