. Wandering heroes. imple bat excellent supper before Vitou. My mother, seeing thee bid a guest to thyhouse, sends thee food to his taste, Lord Tewfik,he said. A few moments later another lad appearedwith companions, bearing sweet-smelling boughs,which they flung together for a bed, and the elderof the lads said, Our father, seeing thee bid aguest to thy house, sends thee boughs for thestrangers bed, Lord Tewfik. Stay, cried Vitou; why dost thou this forthe stranger guest of thy Lord Tewfik ?: Because, answered the lad, the Lord Tewfikhath won our great love. The mountain streamswhich bring wa
. Wandering heroes. imple bat excellent supper before Vitou. My mother, seeing thee bid a guest to thyhouse, sends thee food to his taste, Lord Tewfik,he said. A few moments later another lad appearedwith companions, bearing sweet-smelling boughs,which they flung together for a bed, and the elderof the lads said, Our father, seeing thee bid aguest to thy house, sends thee boughs for thestrangers bed, Lord Tewfik. Stay, cried Vitou; why dost thou this forthe stranger guest of thy Lord Tewfik ?: Because, answered the lad, the Lord Tewfikhath won our great love. The mountain streamswhich bring water to us and our beasts dry up inthe summer. From year to year we suffered greatwant of water, thousands of us, also our beasts,dying of thirst, till Tewfik came among us. He,observing that a heavy rock hung over the ravine,where our chief mountain torrent rushes down inthe spring, dislodged the rock so that it fell intothe mouth of the ravine, shutting back the water,which now lies there in a pool of great purity;. A Tall Man, descending the Mountain Path. THE KHAN OF THE SILVER CROWN. 113 and a hole, drilled through the rock, serves usin times of need with sweet water. Here, thought Vitou, catching his breath, is aman whom the people love. He narrowly observedTewfik as he sat in the light of the coals, andseeing him young, and fair to look upon, askedhim eagerly many questions which the hermitanswered wisely. After a while they lay downto rest, the hermit upon a rude couch of driedgrass, and Vitou upon his sweet-smelling the middle of the night he was aroused by thefearful wailing cries of wild beasts, which camenearer and nearer the hermits dwelling. By andby a united chorus of blood-curdling yells andhowlings was heard directly under the platformupon which they were sleeping. Vitou, tremblingwith terror, crouched among his boughs, scarcelydaring to breathe, when he saw Tewfik suddenlyarise, take down a bunch of herbs from the wall,and start toward the door. Vitou
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