"Does old Anazeh know you in that disguise?" I asked.

"No, and he mustn't. I'll tell you why. All these people are
religious fanatics. A horrible death is the only fate they would
consider for a man caught masquerading as a holy personage the
way I'm doing. But their fanaticism has a way of petering out
when the gang's not there to see. In his own village I think
Anazeh would laugh if I talked this ruse over with him--
afterwards. But if he knew about it here, with all these other
fanatics alert and fanning, he wouldn't dare not to expose me.
It's a good job you asked that. If I send any message to Anazeh
through you, be sure you don't give me away."

"How shall I make him believe the message is from you, then?"

"Begin with 'Jimgrim says.' He'll recognize the formula. But if
he questions that, say 'A lion knows a lion in the dark.'
That'll serve a double purpose--convince him and jog his memory.
He ignored a request of mine--once, and I was able to get back at
him. Tell you the story some day. Nowadays he's more or less
dependable, unless he gets a skin-full of redeye. Well, make the
most of your chance to sleep; you may have to go short later.
I'm going to saw off a cord or two myself."

He left the room as silently as a ghost. I don't doubt that he
slept peacefully. Subsequent acquaintance with him convinced me
that he can go to sleep almost anywhere in any circumstances.
And that is a very great gift, for it enables its owner to wear
down any dozen who must sleep for stated hours at fixed