There, once a year, one caravan comes, and, at the outskirts of the place unclean, leaves food and needful things for another year, and returns again to Egypt after many days.

From that place there is no escape--the desert is as the sea, and upon that sea there is no ghiassa to sail to a farther shore.

It is the leper land.

Thither thou shalt go to wait upon this woman thou hast savagely wronged, and upon her kind, till thou diest.

It shall be so." "Mercy! Mercy!" Achmet cried, horror-stricken, and turned to David.
"Thou art merciful.