It was the unspeakable joy of souls on the shores of the River of Life, resting with the Redeemed in God's presence.
Presently their hands fell apart, and together they went out of the tent.

The desert was still as the sky.

The sun was sinking fast.

The camels slept.
A little while after, the tent was struck, and, with the remains of the repast, restored to the cot; then the friends mounted, and set out single file, led by the Egyptian.

Their course was due west, into the chilly night.