Arabia itself now lay beneath.

There exposed to their eyes, at length lay the land of mystery and fear.

Bare and rock-ribbed, a flayed skeleton of a terrain, it glowed with wondrous yellow, crimson, and topaz hues.
A haze bounded the south-eastern horizon, where a range of iron hills jaggedly cut the sky.

Mecca was almost at hand.
The Master entered his cabin and summoned Rrisa.
"Listen," he commanded.

"We are now approaching the Holy City.