Chapter 27: XXVII

XXVII “Aziz, are you awake?” “No, so let us have a talk; let us dream plans for the future.” “I am useless at dreaming.” “Good night then, dear fellow.” The Victory Banquet was over, and the revellers lay on the roof of plain Mr. Zulfiqar’s mansion, asleep, or gazing through mosquito nets at the stars. Exactly above their heads hung the constellation of the Lion, the disc of Regulus so large and bright that it resembled a tunnel, and when this fancy was accepted all the other star…