And the caravan plodded onward dully.

And now the warlocks of the desert played another cruelty.

Afar off they would put a seeming of a lake, and the travelers would press on gladly, crying, "There is water! Water! God lives! God lives!" But there was only sand.

And now it would be a green vision, and they would cry: "We have come to the edge of the desert.

After the long night, dawn.