He was a singular figure, this man by the pool, with a hint of the Orient in his garb.

His robe was of black, with startling and unexpected flashes of scarlet lining when he walked.

Black chains clanked drearily about his waist and wrists.

There was a cunningly concealed light in his filmy turban which gave it the singular appearance of a dark cloud lighted by an inner fire.

As he wandered about with clanking chains, he played strange music upon a polished thing of hollow bones.