But though Anazeh's wrath was somewhat mollified, he was not satisfied by any means.
"Am I a dog," he demanded, "that I should be slighted for the sake of that Damascene ?" It looked to me like the proper moment to try out Grim's magic formula.
"You are the father of lions.

And a lion knows a lion in the dark!" said I.
The effect was instantaneous.

He puffed his cheeks out in astonishment, and sucked them in again.

The overbearing anger vanished as he leaned forward in the saddle to scrutinize my face.

It was clear that he thought my use of that phrase might just possibly have been an accident.
"Jimgrim says--" "Ah! What says Jimgrim?
Who are you that know where he is ?" "A lion knows a lion in the dark!" I said again, that there might be no mistake about my having used the words deliberately.
He nodded.
"Praised be Allah! Blessings upon His Prophet! What says Jimgrim ?" "Jimgrim says I am to keep by Anazeh and watch him, lest he drink strong drink and lose his honour by becoming like a beast without decency or understanding!" "Mount your horse, effendi.