Henri Rousseau The Snake Charmer

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Death of Rats landed on the saddle. It leaned down and, with some effort, hauled another hourglass out of the pack. Susan read a moon.
It was just part of the belt of deserts, growing progressively hotter and drier, that surrounded the Great Nef and the Dehydrated Ocean. And no‑one would have thought much about it if people very like Mr Clete of the Musicians' Guild hadn't come along and made maps and put across this part of the desert an innocent little dotted line that marked a border between Klatch and Hersheba.
Up until that time the D'regs, a collection of cheerfully warlike nomadic tribes, had roamed the desert quite freely. Now there was a line, they were sometimes Klatchian D'regs and sometimes the label.It said: Imp y Celyn.Susan had a sensation of falling backwards.‘I know this name,' she said.SQUEAK.'I . . . remember it from somewhere,' said Susan. 'It's important. He's . . . important . . .'The moon hung over the desert of Klatch like a huge ball of rock.It wasn't much of a desert to be graced by so impressive