Job was among them also, and he smiled at me sadly and shook his head, as though he wished to accompany us and could not.
"Across the sea again, across the sandy deserts, across more sea, and the shores of India lay beneath us.

Then northward, ever northward, above the plains, till we reached a place of mountains capped with eternal snow.

We passed them and stayed for an instant above a building set upon the brow of a plateau.

It was a monastery, for old monks droned prayers upon its terrace.

I shall know it again, for it is built in the shape of a half-moon and in front of it sits the gigantic, ruined statue of a god who gazes everlastingly across the desert.