made by all the other praying voices, and his heart nearly burst.
Leaving the Mosque, Rhamon and his uncle made their way through the finest streets of the city to a great house with lovely gardens around it. "A rich prince lives here," said Rhamon's uncle. "He ordered the perfume jar you brought and now I am taking it to him."
As they came into the garden a sweet wailing music reached their ears. Rhamon stopped to listen. He had never heard anything like it before. Then he saw two men squatting on the grass not far off. They were wild-looking men with bold dark faces, and big black beards. Deep red turbans were twisted around their heads and yellow robes draped their brown bodies. They were playing on queer little flutes, while in front of them on the ground were two round baskets. As Rhamon came closer he noticed the big brass rings that swung from the men's ears and the many strings of beads around their necks.
