He rode in the German military style, and if you can imagine the Kaiser in Arab military head-dress, with high black riding boots showing under a brown cloak, you have his description fairly closely.

The upturned moustaches and the scowl increased the suggestion, and I think that was deliberate.
"A dog--offspring of dogs! Curse his religion and his bed!" growled Anazeh in my ear.
The old sheikh allowed his enemy plenty of time.

To judge by the way the men behind us gathered up their reins and closed in knee- to-knee, they would have liked to spoil Abdul Ali's afternoon by riding through his procession and breaking its formation.

But Anazeh had his mind set, and they seemed to know better than to try to change it for him.

We waited until noises in the street died down, and then Ahmed was sent to report on developments.
"Abdul Ali has gone into the mejlis and the doors are closed," he announced five minutes later.