He was a very strange man, apparently of great age, for his long white hair fell down upon his shoulders, and his white beard reached to his middle.

Once he must have been very tall, but now he was bent with age, and the bones of his gaunt frame thrust out his ragged garments.

His dark eyes also were horny, indeed it seemed as though he could scarcely see with them, for he leaned forward to peer at their faces where they lay.

His face was scored by a thousand wrinkles, and almost black with exposure to the sun and wind, but yet of a marvellous tenderness and beauty.

Indeed, except that it was far more ancient, and the features were on a larger and a grander scale, it reminded Tua of the face of Pharaoh after he was dead.
"My Father," said Tua, sitting up, for an impulse prompted her to name this wanderer thus, "say whence do you come, and what would you with your servants ?" "My Daughter," answered the old man in a sweet, grave voice, "I come from the wilderness which is my home.