It's the end of the second day after Kasamir found his lost sheep - a young, gangly thing with bright eyes and bounding legs, always the first to step out of the fold to graze, fearless and curious.
He hasn't found his way back.
He ran out of water shortly before he found the sheep.
The words echo in his skull.
From out of blue smoke there comes a figure, strange of face but noble, and before Kasamir's eyes it stands resplendent in something like moonlight. It stands behind a thin gossamer veil. Smaller blue figures cavort about it.
The genie laughs, strange and booming.
The Moon has sunk below the horizon, but Kasamir can see It as though It shines through the very earth.
"I HAVE. YOU SEEK WATER? TURN! YOU WILL SEE NOW."
The booming voice turns curiously wistful.
"O PROPHET! MY FRIEND! HE CAME HERE ONCE. BY THE MOONLIGHT YOU WILL SEE HIS FOOTSTEPS. AND BEHOLD WHERE ONCE HE BROUGHT FORTH WATER."
With what is left of his eyes, Kasamir will see the form of the genie vanish.
With his sight, he will see it turn and drift away like blue smoke on the wind.
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