Prologue

Lo and behold the Desert Prince.

He is the moon at night and the sun by day. The morning star lives on his right cheek, and the evening star lives on his left cheek. He is as mighty as the thunder clouds on the horizons that loom but never arrive. He gives succour as do the rains that come once every five years. He is as strong as the dromedary that rides the desert dunes, and as tough as the prickly cactus that survives in the sandy crevices. He is the date fruit, hard on the outside but sweet and juicy on the inside. He is the pomegranate, maidens' delight, and the crystal spring, life-giver. He stands proud, like the camel's prick. He is tireless, like the goat in rut. His lips are twin nutmegs; his neck is an alabaster column; his arms are sandalwood spears; his legs are palm trunks, true and straight; his cock is a silver scimitar; his balls are olives of gold.

Behold the Desert Prince and bow down to his glory.

But do not dare to cross him because his anger is as swift as it is righteous. His bite is as deadly as the scorpion's sting. His fist crushes as do the avalanches of rock on Mount Ararat.

But most of all, beware beware beware the Prince's Eye.

For his Eye is as evil as the desert snake's. Once it has fixed you in its merciless sights, it will fell you as surely as the poisoned arrow pierces the infidel's heart.

Oh, beware the Prince's Eye!

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