| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 7 | 154 | There was a cry of View more quotes about horror">horror. |
| 7 | 155 | I could see through the door of my cell, now swung open. |
| 7 | 156 | Ibn Saran, himself, in black cloak, and white kaffiyeh with black cording, emerged through the threshold. |
| 7 | 157 | Instantly was his scimitar unsheathed, the reflex of a desert warrior. |
| 7 | 158 | He did not look upon the gruesome sight which lay upon the stones at his feet. |
| 7 | 159 | Rather did he, with one lightning glance, examine the room. |
| 7 | 160 | "Unsheath your weapons," cried he to his daunted men. |