Valley of Gold a voice

"i needed this."

arsenio. "your father wants to return to his home beside the sea." and tamar, she could not for now even conceive of leaving this desert.

"i suppose all that remains is for you to decide what you will do, zulema," the red-gold woman murmured.

foxes here were pale, not dark or the deep red of the forest dwellers. at length she stopped, pointing out the small figure far ahead of she and her daughter.

"we will follow the fox to a place where it is not so open," tamar went on, slipping between the stalks of wheat.