They laid themselves down and slept, for they were very weary, only to wake when once more the day had dawned.  Then they rose and ate of the food that had been placed by them, and went out of the tent.  In the shadow of some palm trees stood Kepher, awaiting them, and with him certain of the stern-faced, desert chiefs, who bowed as they advanced.

“Hearken, Lady Neferte, and you, O Asti her companion,” said Kepher to them, “I must depart, who, this matter finished, have my bread to beg far from here.  Yet, fear not, for know that these Lords of the Desert are your servants, and for this reason were they born, that they may help you on your way.  Repeat your orders,” he continued, addressing the chiefs.

Then the captain of them all said: 

“Wanderer, known to our fathers’ grandfathers, Guardian of our race by whom we live and triumph, these are your commands:  That we lead this divine Lady and her companion a journey of many moons across the deserts and mountains, till at length we bring her to the gates of the City of Gold, where our task ends.  While one man of us remains alive they shall be obeyed.”

“You hear,” said Kepher to Tua.  “Put your trust in these men.  Go in peace in the day time, and sleep in peace at night, for be sure that they shall not fail you.  But if they, or any other should perchance bring you into trouble, then strike upon the harp and call the name you know, as you called it in the house of Janees the mad, and I think that one will come to you.  Lords of the Desert, whose great grandsires were known to me, and who live by my wisdom, this divine Lady is in your keeping.  See that you guard her as you should, and when the journey is done, return and make report to me.  Farewell.”

Then, lifting his staff, without speaking another word to Tua or to Asti, Kepher strode away from amongst them, walking through the ranks of the Desert men who forced their camels to kneel and saluted him as he passed.  Presently they saw him standing alone upon a ridge, and looking towards them for a while.  Then of a sudden he was gone.

“Who is that man, O Captain, at whose bidding the wilderness swarms with tribesmen and kings are brought to doom?” asked Asti when she had watched him disappear.

“Lady,” he answered, “I cannot tell you, but from the beginning he has been Master of the Desert, and those who dwell therein.  At his word the sandwind blows as it blew yesterday to cover our advance, at his word the fountains spring and tribes grow great or sink to nothingness.  We think that he is a spirit who moves where he lists, and executes the decrees of heaven.  At the least, though they but see him from time to time, all the dwellers in the wilderness obey him, as we do, and ill does it go, as you have learned, with those dwellers in cities who know not the power which breathes beneath that tattered robe.”

“I thank you,” answered Asti.  “I think with you that this Wanderer is a spirit, and a great one, so great that I will not name his name.  Captains, my Lady is ready to march towards the City of Gold, whither you will lead us.”