It was almost the same as breaking pieces from the hearts of those old Arabs.

"On your head be it then, daughter," answered the old Arab.

Without moving, the old Arab on the stairs watched them go down to ward the town.

Yet he saw the old Arab as kindly, fatherly almost.

The face bending over him was that of an old Arab - or was it?

All were Arabs, most about his age, perhaps five years older, but not more than that.

And the old Arab was right about another thing.

The old Arab tried to shield them with his body.

The old Arab made as if he were taking back the dress, and she caught his hands.

The old Arab met them at the entrance to his tent.