Aoob:
Ah!
Bel-Narb:
We shall see the lights come out, looking back from the camel-track; that is the last we shall see of it.
Aoob:
We shall be in the desert then.
Bel-Narb:
The old angry desert.
Aoob:
How cunningly the Desert hides his wells. You would say he had an enmity with man. He does not welcome you as the cities do.