*
Mr Evans felt like he had barely closed his eyes before he was being woken up by Lukman.
"The master says it's time we get going," he said. "It's past midday already."
Mr Evans groaned as he rolled over, his mind still groggy from sleep. "For God's sake," he swore as he stretched lazily. "Can't we have a few more hours of rest?"
"Perhaps you should tell him that yourself," Lukman said as he turned to leave the tent. "He does not appear to be in a good mood."
Mr Evans yawned as he laid back down, muttering to himself as he did. Perhaps he could get away with just a few more minutes of sleep. Just a few more minutes.
But almost immediately he placed his head on the mat, Fareed's voice woke him up again from just outside the tent.
"If you plan on sleeping here all day, we might
