Every Inch a King
It had been thirty years since those days when the Old Fox of Kuwait, Mubarak ibn Sabah, had enticed the Sa'uds into joining him in a campaign against the Sa'douns, Amirs of the Muntafiq tribes of Iraq, strongest northeast of Najd, and renowned for their valor and chivalry. The Sa'douns were commanded by ' Ujaymi as-Sa'doun, an intrepid horseman who repeatedly led the charges, and thoroughly defeated his foes, among them Abdul Aziz ibn Sa'ud.
Now, the word had come to King Abdul Aziz that this one-time gallant adversary was coming to make the pilgrimage. No sooner had he learned of this than he dispatched two automobiles to meet him en route, and to escort him on his journey. Then, when the old antagonists finally met, Abdul Aziz greeted him with warm enthusiasm: "Hla 'Ujaymi! . . . Hla 'Ujaymi! . . . Hla 'Ujaymi!" (Welcome ' Ujaymi!)
Embracing the Sa'doun heartily, he held him away at arm's length and, beaming at him, asked: "Were you the wearer of the red gutra, mounting the sorrel mare that day?"
"By Allah, O long of years, those were the days of Jahiliyah!"
"I can still see you as you charged that day on the sorrel mare, and this I well remember."
"It was Jahiliyah time for us -- glad it is over, O long of years."
Thus, the two knights were united in friendship. No