The previous night, they traveled the whole night, and yesterday they trekked while often resting along the way. Last night they also moved right through the night, and now it is dawn. Their horses are on their last legs, but they know the oasis cannot be far off anymore. They know this world with its broken dunes, deep roads, and high crests. Then, not far to the front, this dune desert breaks up, you find a plain stretching from where you stand up to the small, abandoned oasis.
Teuns Stegmann is riding a slightly in front of the others while reconnoitering the area. At this oasis, no Arabs usually live there, as the water supply is too weak and the water is sometimes shallow. It therefore does not pay to keep animals here.
Teuns knows all of this, but you never know eveything, and ther
