ten o'clock
No purpose could be served by keeping the body , and all unnecessary complications had to be dispensed with before the morrow . Lombardo , who had fully atoned for his fault by having given his life in the service of the now depleted Legion , was buried in his service-uniform , in a fairly deep grave on which the Legionaries heaped a great tumulus of sand . The only witnesses were the Arabian Desert stars ; the only requiem the droning of the helicopters far above , where _ Nissr _ hung with her gleaming lights like other , nearer stars in the dense black sky . By ten o'clock , the air-liner had resumed her course , leaving still another brave man to his last sleep , alone . The routine of travel settled down again on the ship and its crew of adventurers . At half-past eleven , the Master issued from his cabin . All alone , and speaking with no man , he took a quarter-hour constitutional up and down the narrow gallery along the side of the fuselage -- the gallery on which his cabin window opened .