摘要
“That baker...”he said to himself,without completing the thought.The levanter was still getting stronger,and he felt its force on his face.That wind had brought the Moors,yes,but it had also brought the smell of the desert and of veiled women.It had brought with it the sweat and the dreams of men who had once left to search for the un-known,and for gold and adventure—and for the Pyramids.
