“In the front room with the master and the boy Tom,” Nafisah said. “His name is Udail,” Daphne said automatically. “He wishes to be Tom,” Nafisah said. “He says he is the slave of the master and will go with him wherever he goes because the master has saved your life.” “I was not dying,” Daphne said. “You know the ailment isn’t fatal.” “He saved you from the sandstorm as well. I, too, gladly serve such a master, who shows such kindness to his hareem, and waits upon her like a slave.”
