As I had supposed, he was certain that Hans and I had been cut off and killed by the Black Kendah, as, after we were missed, some of the camelmen asserted that they had actually seen us fall.

So he went on, or rather was carried on by the rush of the camels, grieving, since, it being impossible to attempt to recover our bodies or even to return, that was the only thing to do, and in due course reached the Town of the Child without further accident.

Here they rested and mourned for us, till some days later Harut suddenly announced that we still lived, though how he knew this they could not ascertain.

Then they sallied out and found us, as has been told, in great danger from the ignorant villagers who, until we appeared, had not even heard of our existence.
I asked what they had done and what information they had obtained since their arrival at this place.

His answer was: Nothing and none worth mentioning.