It was not Juan Lepe's place to talk when master merchant talked not.

I, too, regarded the fire, and the herded mountains robed in night, and the half-moon like a sail rising from an invisible boat.
The night went peacefully by.

It was followed by a hard day's travel and the incident of the road.

At evening we saw the walls of Zarafa in a sunset glory.

The merchants and their train passed through the gate and found their customary inn.