Chapter 30 XXXToC

THE UNWALLED VINEYARD

One morning, as we rode along, we came to vineyards on a valley-side. Rash?d dismounted and began to pick the grapes. Suleyman dismounted likewise, and invited me to do the same.

'But it is stealing,' I objected.

'Allah! Allah!' moaned Suleyman, as one past patience. He hung his head a moment, limp all over, as if the