He handed me the stuff he had made up, closed his case, and called to Firoz, who came up with his rifle slung over his shoulder, Payindah’s _chaplis_ and _poshtin_, our second thermos and a bundle, presumably food. Forsyth got his rifle, slung on a bandolier, and the two set off. I set Sadiq to roping up the loads, so as to be ready to move quickly if necessary, and then I went into the tent. The girl was still awake so I lit the lantern which I had brought, for it was getting dark. Her colour had come back a lot now, and I realized more than I had before how really beautiful she must be when she was well. “Are you warm enough?” I asked. The evenings were getting chilly, and a cold wind had sprung up. “Yes; quite warm now, thank you.” “Well, anyway, I’ll put this rug over your feet, so that you can pull it up later if you feel cold.” I took the rug off Wrexham’s bedding and spread it over the end of her bed. Then I began to pull out the two other bedding-rolls. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Taking our bedding outside,” said I. “Whose bed have I got?” she asked. “Mine, as a matter of fact. Why?” “And what are you going to do? You won’t have enough things if you give me all these.” “Yes, we shall. One of us, if not two, will be up in the valley watching all night in case the Shamans try to come out of the gate. They won’t get far if they do, though,” I added to reassure her. Then I tidied up the tent, and finally brought her Forsyth’s medicine. “The doctor sent you this to make you sleep. He says you’re to go to sleep now.” She drank it without a murmur. “Is the tall fair man a doctor?” “Yes,” said I. “And what are you?” “A soldier. At least I have been one for many years.” “I thought so,” she said reflectively. “And why?” “Because you look as if you made people do what they’re told quickly without asking questions. Many soldiers look like that. My cousins do.” “Are they soldiers?” “Yes. But most of our people are soldiers to begin with until they’re old enough to take over their father’s land.” “Well, you go to sleep now. You’re quite safe here, so don’t worry. One or other of us will be sleeping just outside the tent, so you can call if you want anything, and I’ll leave the light burning.” Her eyes were bright, and she looked, as Forsyth said, as if sleep was the only thing for her after what she’d been through. “How can I call if I don’t know your names?” she said. “Mine’s Harry Lake, and the doctor’s is Forsyth.” She didn’t worry much about the latter name, but mine seemed to give a little difficulty, for she repeated it two or three times, finally compromising on ‘Harilek.’ And ‘Harilek’ I remained ever afterwards. I was just going to turn down the light when she asked--woman-like--in a _very_ anxious voice-- “O Harilek! What about some clothes for to-morrow?”