I never saw the same thing before." Right across the desert, from north to south, there was drawn a white line, as straight and clear as if it had been slashed with chalk across a brown table.

It was very thin, but it extended without a break from horizon to horizon.

Tippy Tilly said something to the dragoman.
"It's the great caravan route," said Mansoor.
"What makes it white, then ?" "The bones." It seemed incredible, and yet it was true, for as they drew nearer they saw that it was indeed a beaten track across the desert, hollowed out by long usage, and so covered with bones that they gave the impression of a continuous white ribbon.

Long, snouty heads were scattered everywhere, and the lines of ribs were so continuous that it looked in places like the framework of a monstrous serpent.

The endless road gleamed in the sun as if it were paved with ivory.