Teuns Stegmann is thinking quickly. He tries to determine a line of action for himself. If only he could get out of here and contact the military authority, he could warn them about this new danger. He knows very well that if the Dulacs have the Sabre of Dutra in their hands again, it will lead to one bloodbath after another here in the Sahara. The Dulacs will renew their efforts to try and force the French Foreign Legion out of the Sahara.
His thoughts return to that day when he and his fellow soldiers had been in a hot pursuit by the Dulacs. When they had reached the oasis at Harba, he had flung the wretched Sabre into the water. He knows exactly where it had landed, and he had always hoped it would be the end of this awful, symbolic weapon of the bloodthirsty Dulacs.
And yet, this is
