"For in the days we know not of
Did fate begin
Weaving the web of days that wove
"... allahu akbar la, ilaba - ilia llab" __________
Across the golden golor of the sky floating the insistent call of the muessim just as Damaris, followed closely by Wellington, her bulldog, turned out of the narrow street into the Khan el-Khalili Shrill and sweet, from far and near it came, calling the faithful to prayer, impelling merchants to leave their wares, buyers their purchases, gossips their chatter, and to turn in the direction of Mecca.
As the entire male population of the native quarter knelt, the girl drew back beneath an awing of many colours which shaded silken goods from the rays of the sun, whilst curious eyes peeped down upon her from behind the shelter of the masharabeyeh, the harem lattice of finely-carved wood. Yards of silk of every hue lay tumbled inside and outside the dukham or shop in the silk-market...