Starting from its home city, this caravan had been for two days in good spirits.  Then had become to creep in disaster, not excessive, but persistent.  One thing and another befell, and at last a stealing sickness, none knew what, attacking both beast and man.  They had made the town at the edge of the desert.  Physicians were found and rest taken.  Recuperation and trading proceeded amicably together.  The day of departure wheeling round, the noontide prayer was made with an especial fervor and attention.  Then from the caravanserai forth stepped the camels.

The sun descending, the caravan threw a giant shadow upon the sand.  Ridge and wave of sterile earth broke it, confused it, made it an unintelligible, ragged, moving, and monstrous shade.  The sun was red and huge.  As it lowered to the desert rim Zeyn al-Din gave the order for the seven-hour halt.  The orb touched the sand; prayer carpets were spread.

Night of stars unnumbered, the ineffable tent, arched the desert.  The caravan, a small thing in the world, lay at rest.  The meal was over.  Here was coolness after heat, repose after toil.  The fires that had been kindled from scrub and waste lessened, died away.  Zeyn al-Din appointed the guards for the night, went himself the rounds.

Where one of the fires had burned he found certain of those men who were not merchants nor servants of merchants, yet traveled with the caravan.  Here were Hassan the Scribe, and Ali the Wanderer, and the dervish Abdallah, and others.  Here was the big Christian from some outlandish far-away country, who had dwelt for the better part of a year in the city whence the caravan started, who had money and a wish to reach the city toward which the caravan journeyed.  In the first city he had become, it seemed, well liked by Yusuf the Physician, that was the man that Zeyn al-Din most admired in life.  It was Yusuf who had recommended the Christian to Zeyn, who did not like infidel sojourners with caravans.  Zeyn himself was liberal and did not so much mind, but he had had experience with troubles created along the way and in the column itself.  The more ignorant or the stiffer sort thought it unpleasing to Allah.  But Zeyn al-Din would do anything really that Yusuf the Physician wanted.  So in the end the big Christian came along.  Zeyn, interpreting fealty to Yusuf to mean care in some measure for this infidel’s well-being, began at once with a few minutes’ riding each day beside him.  These insensibly expanded to more than a few.  He presently liked the infidel.  “He is a man!” said Zeyn and that was the praise that he considered highest.  The big Christian rode strongly a strong horse; he did not fret over small troubles nor apparently fear great ones; he did not say, “This is my way,” and infer that it was better than others; he liked the red camel, the white, and the brown.  “Who dances with the sand is not stifled,” said Zeyn.

Now he found the Christian with Hassan, listening at ease, stretched upon the sand, to Ali the Wanderer.  The head man, welcomed, listened, too, to Ali bringing his story to a close.  “That is good, Ali the Wanderer!  Just where grows the tree from which one gathers that fruit?”