23.5 Their eye looks down at thy hand: “Slave, give camel for the Mohar to eat.” Thou makest thy name of Mohar known, 23.6 master of the captains of Egypt; thy name becomes like that of Kadjarti, the Chief of Assur, after his encounter with 23.7 the hyenas in the wood, on the defile infected by the wood-hidden Shasous. 23.8 Some of these were four cubits from the nose to the heel: fierce without mildness, not listening to caresses. 23.9 Thou art alone, no guide with thee, nor troop behind thee. Didst thou not meet the Marmar? He makes thee 24.1 pass: thou must decide on departing, and knowest not the road. Anxiety seizes thee, thy hair bristles up: 24.2 thy soul places itself in thy hand: thy way is full of rocks and rolling stones, no practicable passage; the road is obstructed by 24.3 hollies, nopals,(460) aloes and bushes called “dog-wolf’s shoes.” On one side is the precipice, on the other rises the vertical wall of the mountain. 24.4 Thou must advance going down. Thy car strikes the wall and thy horses are startled by the rebound: 24.5 they stop at the bottom of the harness; thy reins are precipitated and left behind; all fall down, thou passest on. 24.6 The horses break the pole and move it out of the path; you cannot think of refastening them, cannot repair 24.7 them. The seats are precipitated from their places; the horses refuse to be loaded with them. Thy heart fails thee. Thou beginnest to 24.8 reel; the sky is clear: thirst torments thee: the enemy is behind thee, thou beginnest to quake; 25.1 a thorny bush hinders thee; thou placest it aside; the horses wound themselves. 25.2 At this moment thou art stretched flat and beholdest the sad satisfaction (of thy state?). Entering Joppa 25.3 thou seest a verdant enclosure in a ripe state. Thou makest an opening for eating the fruit. Thou findest a pretty 25.4 young girl who takes care of the gardens: she yields herself to thee as a companion, and yields to thee her secret charms. 25.5 Thou art perceived: thou art subjected to an interrogatory; thou art recognized as a Mohar. Thy tie of 25.6 sweet servitude, is settled by a compromise. Each night thou liest down; a rug of hair 25.7 is on thee: thou imprudently fallest asleep, a robber takes away thy bow, thy dagger, 25.8 and thy quiver: thy reins are cut in the night, and thy horses run away. Thy valet takes a sliding path: the road mounts before him, he breaks 26.1 thy car in pieces ... thy armor-pieces fall on the ground. 26.2 They sink in the sand. Thou must have recourse to prayers, and thou gettest puzzled in thy address. Give me victuals and water, and I 26.3 shall reach my safety. They pretend to be deaf, they do not listen: they do not consent. Thou orderest: 26.4 “Pass to the forge! Pass through the workshops!” Workmen in wood and metals and workmen in leather come before thee: they do 26.5 all thou wishest. They repair thy car, leaving aside all unserviceable pieces: they nail on again