The servants, porters, and animals formed the outer ring, the tent--in which he took his supper, stretched himself on his cushions, and let himself be fanned to sleep by the maidens--was in the centre.

But he did not sleep well.

He had bad dreams: his house in Jerusalem was burnt down, his ships were wrecked, faithless stewards broke open his chests.

And amid all, always the cry, "Give it all up!" About midnight he awoke.
And it was no longer a dream, but terrible reality.

A muffled noise could be heard throughout the camp, dark forms with glittering weapons moved softly about, in the camp itself crawling figures moved softly here and there.