The Willow Glade -- page 820

Safe?

Then the desert wind blew harder and harder. I swiftly jumped on my terrified panther and we flew off to the sacred city of Mecca.

Here I am brave Muhammmad running away from a desert storm.

Finally after passing all the traveling caravans I reach my des

But then I foundd someone was following my path.

He silently taps me on the shoulder while still on the back of his exhausted camel.