lovingly. 'I should gladly see you indulge yourself in one of your
walks to the cliffs or mountains. It is long since you have taken
one. I feel better than usual. I shall go to your sick uncle to wait
on him, and when I return I shall lie down. You need not fear that I
am waiting for you. Go to the mountains, beloved of my heart!"

"I shall do so gladly," he cried, embracing and kissing her
heartily. He then walked with hasty steps to the door of the hut,
and out into the free air.




CHAPTER V

THE STORY-TELLER


"I HAVE done work enough to day," murmured Mohammed to himself, as,
after having left his mother, he walked through the dirty suburb to
the stairway hewn in the rock that led down to the cliffs. "Yes, I
have worked enough, and mother is well; I will therefore go to my
paradise, and rest there awhile."

He sprang down the stairway and walked hastily toward the cliffs.
After looking cautiously around, he crept through the narrow opening
in the rocks into the passage. The silence did him good, and a happy
smile played about his lips. "Here I am king," he cried, loudly and
joyously. "This is my realm, and I shall soon enter my throne-
chamber. How have I longed for this, how glad am I!" Suddenly he