The inheritor of the other places dreamed himself back into his inheritance as he tramped to and fro, forgetful of his blindness and parched with desire as with a fever--until unexpectedly he heard the blackbirds and the swallows bustling and piping in the garden, and knew that outside his windows the world was white with dawn.
He waked from his dream at the homely sound.

There were to be no more journeys for him; affliction had caged him and soldered a chain about his leg.

He felt his way by the balustrade up the stairs to his bed.

He fell asleep as the sun rose.
* * * * * But at Dongola, on the great curve of the Nile southwards of Wadi Halfa, the sun was already blazing and its inhabitants were awake.

There was sport prepared for them this morning under the few palm trees before the house of the Emir Wad El Nejoumi.