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From: Revello S. <chi...@sa...> - 2010-04-20 19:53:25
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E a hole over six feet deep where they found some. _In the Heart of the Desert_ At last Forder saw the great mass of the old castle, "no one knows how old," that guards the Jowf[71] that great isolated city with its thousands of lovely green date palms in the heart of the tremendous ocean of desert. Men, women and children came pouring out to meet their friends: for a desert city is like a port to which the wilderness is the ocean, and the caravan of camels is the ship, and the friends go down as men do to the harbour to meet friends from across the sea. "May Allah curse him!" they cried, scowling, when they heard that a Christian stranger was in the caravan. "The enemy of Allah and the prophet! Unclean! Infidel!" Johar, the great Chief of the Jowf, commanded that Forder should be brought into his presence, and proceeded to question him: "Did you come over here alone?" "Yes," he answered. "Were you not afraid?" "No," he replied. "Have you no fear of anyone?" "Yes, I fear God and the devil." "Do you not fear me?" "No." "But I could cut your head off." "Yes," answered Forder, "I know you |