Ali Rason descended the camel in resplendent blue robes. Mirrored Ray Buns reflected the boundless horizon of sand. Gliding to the tent flap his arms extended as he entered. Momar El Laurence raised both hands in greeting to the killer of his father. He offered him tea and lamb. They sat and smoked as a sudden storm pelted the side of the tent. Ali asked about his sister Momar’s bride. Momar inquired about his brother Ali’s caravan driver. The hospitality was given hospitality was received. If they met in the shadow of the rift the outcome would be less hospitable