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The sailor fought well with his fists, but he was over powered and bound with ropes, and led away through the Desert. "I followed for as long as I could stay, and found that they were going by the way of the Desert round the Hills of Hap towards Utnar Véhi, and then I knew that the camel men belonged to Thuba Mleen. THE SAILOR FOUGHT WELL WITH HIS FISTS BUT HE WAS OVERPOWERED AND BOUND WITH ROPES AND LED AWAY THROUGH THE DESERT I FOLLOWED FOR AS LONG AS I COULD STAY AND FOUND THAT THEY WERE GOING BY WAY OF THE DESERT ROUND THE HILLS OF HAP TOWARDS UNNARVAHI AND THEN I KNEW THE CAMEL MEN BELONGED TO THUBEN LEEN
hrough open, swinging doors the sand had drifted. "One evening I had put the guard in front of the fire, and settled into a chair and eaten my hashish, and the first thing that I saw when I came to Bethmoora was the sailor with the black scar, strolling down the street, and making footprints in the yellow sand. And now I knew that I should see what secret power it was that kept Bethmoora uninhabited. "I saw that there was anger in the Desert, for there were storm clouds heaving along the skyline, and I heard a muttering amongst the sand. "The sailor strolled on down the street, looking into the empty houses as he went; sometimes he shouted and sometimes he sang, and sometimes he wrote his name on a marble wall. Then he sat down on a step and ate his dinner. After a while he grew tired of the city, and came back up the street. As he reached the gate of green copper three men on camels appeared. "I could do nothing. I was only a consciousness, invisible, wandering: my body was in Europe. TS WERE YELLOW AND SMOOTH AND THROUGH OPEN SWINGING DOORS THE SAND HAD DRIFTED ONE EVENING I HAD PUT THE GUARD IN FRONT OF THE FIRE AND SETTLED INTO A CHAIR AND EATEN MY HASHISH AND THE FIRST THING THAT I SAW WHEN I CAME TO BETHMORA WAS A SAILOR WITH A BLACK SCAR STROLLING DOWN THE STREET AND MAKING FOOTPRINTS IN THE YELLOW SAND AND NOW I KNEW THAT I SHOULD SEE WHAT SECRET POWER IT WAS THAT KEPT BETHMORA UNINHABITED I SAW THAT THERE WAS ANGER IN THE DESERT FOR THERE WERE STORM CLOUDS HEAVING ALONG THE SKY LINE AND I HEARD A MUTTERING AMONGST THE SAND THE SAILOR STROLLED DOWN DOWN THE STREET LOOKING INTO THE EMPTY HOUSES AS HE WENT SOMETIMES HE SHOUTED AND SOMETIMES HE SANG AND SOMETIMES HE WROTE HIS NAME ON A MARBLE WALL THEN HE SAT DOWN ON A STEP AND ATE HIS DINNER AFTER A WHILE HE GREW TIRED OF THE CITY AND CAME BACK UP THE STREET AS HE REACHED THE GATE OF GREEN COPPER THREE MEN ON CAMELS APPEARED I COULD DO NOTHING I WAS ONLY A CONSCIOUSNESS INVISIBLE WANDERING MY BODY WAS IN EUROPE
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