“He sees a great sand-storm, one of the most terrible that has ever burst over the Sahara. Everything is blotted out. The desert vanishes. Beni-Mora is hidden. It is day, yet there is a darkness like night. In this darkness he sees a train of camels waiting by a church.”
“A mosque?”
“No, a church. In the church there is a sound of music. The roar of the wind, the roar of the camels, mingles with the chanting and drowns it. He cannot hear it any more. It is as if the desert is angry and wishes to kill the music. In the church your life is beginning.”
“My life?”
“Your real life. He says that now you are fully born, that till now there has been a veil around your soul like the veil of the womb around a child.”
“He says that!”
There was a sound of deep emotion in her voice.
“That is all. The roar of the wind from the desert has silenced the music in the church, and all is dark.”
The Diviner moved again, and formed fresh patterns in the sand with feverish rapidity, and again began to speak swiftly.
“He sees the train of camels that waited by the church starting on a desert journey. The storm has not abated. They pass through the oasis into the desert. He sees them going towards the south.”