Bel-Narb:
A curse on the desert.
Aoob:
The camels are rising. The caravan starts for Mecca. Farewell, beautiful city.
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Bel-Narb:
I come, children of sin.
[Exeunt Bel-Narb and Aoob.]
[The King enters through the great door crowned. He sits upon the step.]
King: