He clapped his hands.
"Bring me the records of the tribe," he said to the servant who responded.
While waiting, the sheik played with the horses,patting their cheeks, combing their forelocks with his fingers, giving each one a token of remembrance.Presently six men appeared with chests of cedar reinforced by bands of brass, and hinged and bolted with brass.
"Nay," said Ilderim, when they were all set down by the divan, "I meant not all of them; only the records of the horses-that one. Open it and take back the others."