Past days, when he had rested like this child in his mother's arms and his father had led them over the Arabian desert, rose before him.

Many a holy saying of the prophets had echoed through his robber life and would not be silenced.
After they had waded through the sand and clambered over the rocks for hours, a golden band of light shone in the east.

The bushes and trees of the oasis of Descheme stood out against it.
Here Dismas left the wanderers to their safe road, in order to return to the cave.

When he turned back with good wishes for the rest of their journey, he was met by a look from the child's shining eyes.

The beaming glance terrified him with the terror of wonderment.