Farraj, Lawrence, and a ghost in Cairo. He knows sand is stone worn by the wind, but he will not allow himself to remember. There is only the glory of the moment, and the faint touch of other human lives, gone almost before it begins.

He is a madman--he was always a madman; I know this, for he does not fear where other men fear and he does not stop where other men stop.

In six weeks, Lawrence has both Arabia and himself in chaos. A raid on a train reveals more about El Aurens than he wants to know.

The desert has always been a place of transformation… Very vauge slash.