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give presents to many who perhaps were only ama¬ 
teur or ’prentice sultans, sultans whose domains 
were only a little village of half a dozen families. 
For two days our camp was clogged with shauris 
and sultans sitting around. We couldn’t step out 
The Camp Was Clogged with Sultans 
of our tents without stumbling over a sultan or two. 
When we would take our baths in our tents there 
would be sultans and warriors peeping in modestly 
from all sides. There was not a secret of our inner 
life that remained intact. Even the ladies, from the 
banana-bellied little girls of five and six up to the 
