But that did not mean that the village was awake, Rashid explained to me, for among the people of that country 'to sleep without a light' is to be destitute.

A little later, Rashid hammered at a door, while savage dogs bayed round us, making rushes at his heels.
'Awake, O sons of honour!' was his cry.

'A great calamity!' And, when the door was opened, he detailed the story of an awful fight, in which both parties of belligerents had been exterminated.

'They are torn limb from limb.

We saw the relics,' he explained.