And when he was once inside its gates, he was enchanted with what he saw. Green fields besprinkled with flowers of every hue and scent, trees throwing their grateful shade between the hot traveller and the sun, fruit hanging from heavily laden bushes, rivers and fountains refreshing the heated air. "The land is rightly named," he murmured, "it is indeed the land of Enchantment." * Enchantment The first person he met was a man of a very taking personality, who came towards him with extended hand and bright smile. Amer, forgetting that he was in the enemy's country, was only too glad to have him for a companion, specially as he had plenty to say for himself and was able to tell him much about the beauties of Achshaph and of the manners of its inhabitants. His name was Self. "Stay," he said suddenly, as the lad was steadily making his way along the path at his feet, "stay, you look thoroughly tired and weary with your journey. Here is a mossy bank, sit down and rest awhile." Amer looked longingly at the cool green bank, but as he hesitated he fancied he heard a voice singing the following words:— "Soldier, rest, but not for thee Spreads the world its downy pillow, On the rock thy couch must be While around thee chafes the billow: Thine must be a watchful sleep Wearier than another's waking, Such a watch as thou dost keep Brooks no moment of forsaking. Sleep as on the battlefield, Girded—grasping sword and shield; Those thou can'st not name nor number, Steal upon thy broken slumber." With a sigh Amer continued his journey, saying, "I fear to stay in this enchanting place longer than is necessary, and I have no time to sleep." But Self, his companion, was not discouraged. He had heard the sigh and had noticed that the Guide Book was being held very loosely in the lad's hand, and was aware that the enemy Doubt could not be far off, for he saw his shadow on the lad's face. Self congratulated himself as he noticed this shadow, knowing full well that the presence of his friend Doubt made his victory the more sure, for the one often prepared the way for the other and were known to be friends. "At any rate," said Self, "refresh yourself with some of the fruit of the land; you can pluck it as you walk and I assure you it will help you in your course rather than hinder, for you have but to take a mouthful or two and you will feel invigorated." Amer turned and looked at his companion. Certainly his face was unusually pleasant and good-natured, surely there could be little harm in following his advice. Might not this pleasant fellow be a friend rather than an enemy? So Amer stretched out his hand and plucked a golden fruit from off the tree he was passing, and putting it to his lips he was delighted with its taste, and for the moment it seemed to give him fresh strength.