"I really believe the desert has made you light-headed. Please be
serious for a moment. I brought you here to--"
"I am glad you have corrected yourself. A moment ago you charged me
with bringing _you_ here."
"Well, then, we came here, if one must be so accurate, to be away from
the others. At least, I mean--Well, that is a stupid way of putting it,
but it will serve--"
"It has served most admirably," said Royson, glancing back at the long
drawn-out caravan crossing the shallow valley they had just quitted.
"There you go again," she cried, with just a touch of petulance in her
tone. "You know very well that I did not mean what I said."
"Not even when you promised to tell my fortune."
"I can explain myself that way if you like. Your fortune is singularly
like my own at the present moment. You are accompanying a crowd of
people who don't know where they are going, or what they mean to do
when they get there. I am quite sure the Baron is befogged, or, if that
is not a happy expression in this wonderful atmosphere, shall I say
lost? I don't speak Arabic, but I can read that man's face, and I
watched him this morning when he was consulting our so-called guide.
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