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I know not whence I came , nor whither I go ! Nay , do not fear me , -- I am not mad : I am conscious of my life , my strength , and physical well-being , -- and though I may speak wildly , I harbor no ill-intent toward any man -- my quarrel is with God alone ! '' He paused , -- then resumed in calmer accents , -- `` You judge rightly , reverend sir , -- I am a stranger in Al-Kyris . I entered the city-gates this morning when the sun was high , -- and ere noon I found courteous welcome and princely shelter , -- I am the guest of the poet Sah-luma . '' The old man looked at him half compassionately . `` Ah , Sah-luma is thine host ? '' he said with a touch of melancholy surprise in his tone -- `` Then wherefore art thou here ?