Perhaps by labour and harsh treatment he may be relieved.' As there were still provisions in our saddle-bags, Rashid, by my command, divided them among the company, the soldiers and the murderers alike, who were delighted.

It was a merry party which we left behind, with the exception of the fratricide, who ate the food, when it was set before him, ravenously, but said not a word.
'May Allah heal him!' sighed the other murderers.

'Our Lord remove this shadow from his mind!' Rashid and I pursued our way on an interminable path meandering in zig-zags down through brushwood, which smelt sweet of myrtle and wild incense.

I tried to make him understand that he had quite misled me by the term he had applied to men who had been guilty of no more than manslaughter.

The distinction had to be explained with much periphrasis, because the Arabic word 'Catil' means a slayer, and is given indiscriminately to all who kill.
He caught my meaning sooner than I had expected.
'Ah!' he said.