The rest, and how we got here, you yourselves know.

In Syria at this time of year you will suffer a good deal from rain.

I know the country, for I have escorted many prisoners of war into Egypt, and I was there five years with the troops of the great Mohar, father of the chief pioneer Paaker." Bent-Anat thanked the brave fellow, and Pentaur and Nebsecht continued the narrative.
"During the voyage," said Nebsecht, "I was uneasy about Pentaur, for I saw how he was pining, but in the desert he seemed to rouse himself, and often whispered sweet little songs that he had composed while we marched." "That is strange," said Bent-Anat, "for I also got better in the desert." "Repeat the verses on the Beytharan plant," said Nebsecht.
"Do you know the plant ?" asked the poet.

"It grows here in many places; here it is.

Only smell how sweet it is if you bruise the fleshy stem and leaves.