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I saw the desert the pennons. I saw the two kasbahs which had been those of Abdul Ibn Saran the Salt Ubar and Tarna once a proud desert chieftainess. I felt the cheek of the girl tethered to my saddle press softly against the side of my left boot I looked down and she looked up at me. “Master?” she asked. “The march will be long ” I told her. “If you cannot make it ” I said “you will be dragged. ” She smiled up at me. She kissed the side of my boot. “A girl knows ” she said “Master. ” She again kissed the side of my boot in the stirrup and again looked up at me. “I know I deserved to be whipped ” she said and she looked at me in awe and admiration “and you whipped me. ” She again kissed my boot and again regarded me eyes smiling. “I was proud ” she said “and arrogant and insolent and contemptuous and when you were helpless mocked you to my delight from safety. You did not approve of this. You returned from Klima. You burned me with the iron and made me your slave. ” Her eyes shone. “You are magnificent!” she said. With the back of my left hand I cuffed her from the side of the saddle. I saw the pennons on the lances I listened to the drums. I was eager to begin the march. Hassan in swirling white lifted his band. The drums stopped. I rode between Hassan Haroun high Pasha of the Kavars and in the black kaffiyeh with white agal cording Suleiman high Pasha of the Aretai. Near us were Baram sheik of Bezhad vizier to Haroun high Pasha of the Kavars and Shakar with silver-tipped lance a captain of the Aretai. With us too were other pashas. In the march were Kavars and Aretai Ta’Kara Bakahs. Char Kashani Luraz Tashid Raviri Ti Zevar Arani and holding the position of the rear guard with their black lances Tajuks. I looked back at the kasbahs which had been those of Abdul Ibn Saran the Salt Ubar and Tarna once a proud desert chieftainess. Their walls were bright hot and white in the morning sun. Hassan lowered his hand. Pennons dipped and straightened. The drums began the beat of the march. There was a jangling of kaiila harness the movement of weapons. I began the march. Beside me at my stirrup my slave was Vella..