LAST NIGHT, WHEN I DREAMT ABOUT TAHALMOYT, OF HER ELEGANT APPEARANCE, NONCHALANT AT DUSK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TENTS, I GRABBED HOLD OF EBAZAW AND HARNESSED MY SADDLE TO HIM, NOT ANY JUST OLD ONE: IT BELONGED TO AGADEZ. I DONNED ALACHO, MY MOST BEAUTIFUL INDIGO TURBAN, AND MY TWO BOUBOU ROBES. I REPLACED THE BOLT OF MY PADLOCK. I ACTED LIKE A NOBLEMAN WHO DOESN'T HIDE HIMSELF AWAY I PERFUMED MYSELF WITH MUSK AND INCENSE I BELTED MYSELF WITH WOOL AND SILK I PASSED THROUGH A VALLEY WHERE THE TIHARDANEN PLAYED, THEY MADE ME FEEL HAPPY, AND I ARRIVED AT THE CAMP ABOVE TIMADJLALEN.