The bearded man walked from his dwelling toward the approaching figures. A smile beamed from his face when his suspicions were confirmed. He ran in the way of an old man, with short, teetering steps. As he approached, the figures stopped.
"My Lord," said Abraham out of breath, "If I have yet any favor with you, then pass me not by. I am here, your servant." He bowed down, his long beard touching the ground.
Mamun walked from behind the tent with jars of water. He was amazed to see his master bowing before three strangers. He set the water down and hurried back behind the tent. His son would not believe the tale.
Abraham continued his pleas, "I have water by the tents. Come rest yourselves in the shade of the cypress and I will wash the dirt of your travels from your feet." He had stood by this time, and with smile and hand motions coaxed his visitors toward the trees.
The one in the yellow robe smiled brilliantly, his long beard bobbing with laughter. "Abraham, it pleases me to see you are so well."
Abraham beamed and his limbs felt lighter. As they approached his tent, he called out his orders. "Mamun, make haste to tell a herdsman to dress a tender calf for feast. And, tell your son to bring us butter and milk." "Sarah, make some cakes as quick as you are able. Do not skimp on the honey. We have guests. Send Ishmael."
He turned back to his guests, finding them seated in the shade. He took up the jars of water and washed their feet with care, starting with the yellow figure. "My Lord, it is long since you have paid visit to your servant. I am honored."
"I come on business, Abraham," said the figure somewhat stiffly, "But, that can wait until we break bread together." The smile and the lilt returned to his voice, "I am glad to see you, my friend."
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