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Batouch stared before him, and perceived that there was in truth a lifting of the darkness beyond, a whiteness growing where the desert lay. "As we come into the desert the wind will fall," said Ali; and again he began to sing to himself: "Janat! Janat! Janat!" Domini could not see the light in the south, and no premonition warned her of any coming abatement of the storm.
For there was Janat hangin' frae a nail beside the auld aik cabinet: her heid aye lay on her shoother, her een were steeked, the tongue projekit frae her mouth, and her heels were twa feet clear abune the floor. 'God forgive us all! thocht Mr. Soulis; 'poor Janet's dead. He cam' a step nearer to the corp; an' then his heart fair whammled in his inside.
When the song died away, and only the voices of the wind and the drum spoke to the darkness, he disappeared into the night. The Arabs did not see him. "Janat! Janat! Janat!" The night drew on and the storm increased. All the doors of the houses were closely shut. Upon the roofs the guard dogs crouched, shivering and whining, against the earthen parapets.
And draw dreams from the haschish that is the love of women! Janat! Janat! Janat!" The wind grew louder and sand was blown along the cafe floor and about the coffee-cups.
Ali was beside him in the doorway of the Cafe Maure, a slim Arab boy, bronze-coloured and serious as an idol, who was a troubadour of the Sahara, singer of "Janat" and many lovesongs, player of the guitar backed with sand tortoise and faced with stretched goatskin.
"The love of women is like the rose of the Caid's garden That is full of silver tears The love of women is like the first day of the spring When the children play at Cora The love of women is like the Derbouka that has been warmed at the fire And gives out a sweet sound. Take it in thy hands, O loving man! And sing to the Derbouka that is the love of women. Janat! Janat! Janat!"
That thou mayst know the kiss that tells the love of women. "Janat! Janat! Janat!" Batouch stirred uneasily, pulled his hood from his eyes and looked into the storm gravely. Then he shifted on the camel's hump and said to Ali: "How shall we get to Arba? The wind is like all the Touaregs going to battle. And when we leave the oasis "
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