And the goblins and the warlocks took counsel, for they were now afraid Marco and his few people would escape.

They gathered together and they read the runes of the Flowing Sand.
And suddenly the camels rushed screaming into the desert with sudden panic, and a burning wind came, and the sands rose, and the desert heeled like a ship, and the day became night.
And young Marco Polo could stand no more.

That was the end, the end of him, the end of the world, the end of everything.

There was red darkness every where, and he could see nobody.

"O my Lord Jesus!" he cried.