"Repeat to me what you did at Petra." "But Your Honor knows!" "Very well.

Return with me to Petra.

I have reasons for asking." _"Wallahi!_ If it suits Your Honor's humor to make me tell you a tenth time what I have nine times said already, I have a tongue that wags.

But I see that another has been telling tales of me behind my back, making me out a liar for his own purposes.
_Inshallah,_ it shall be found that my tale varies by less than the ten-thousandth part of the width of a hair from what I have told already." "Proceed," said Grim.

"I listen." "Thus then: While in Jaffa, having received Your Honor's letter by the hand of Shabbas Ali, requesting me to spy on the British troops, I made all haste, laying aside my own affairs and journeying wherever the trail of information led me.