trade-blankets

Updated: July 15, 2025

We were in a great, dim stone-walled room whose roof showed a corner of star-lit sky in one place. There were twenty men surrounding us, but no woman. Two trade-blankets sewn together with string hanging over an opening in the wall at the far end of the room suggested, nevertheless, that the other sex might be within ear-shot. "The horses?" Fred demanded again, a bit peremptorily.

Talbot Mundy - The Eye of Zeitoon