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The
idea
that
Erik
was
probably
in
the
room
beside
us
,
working
his
trick
,
made
me
suddenly
resolve
to
enter
into
a
parley
with
him
,
for
we
must
obviously
give
up
all
thought
of
taking
him
by
surprise
.
And
by
this
time
he
must
be
quite
aware
who
were
the
occupants
of
his
torture
-
chamber
.
I
called
him
:
"
Erik
!
Erik
!
"
I
shouted
as
loudly
as
I
could
across
the
desert
,
but
there
was
no
answer
to
my
voice
.
All
around
us
lay
the
silence
and
the
bare
immensity
of
that
stony
desert
.
What
was
to
become
of
us
in
the
midst
of
that
awful
solitude
?
We
were
beginning
literally
to
die
of
heat
,
hunger
and
thirst
.
.
.
of
thirst
especially
.
At
last
,
I
saw
M
.
de
Chagny
raise
himself
on
his
elbow
and
point
to
a
spot
on
the
horizon
.
He
had
discovered
an
oasis
!
Yes
,
far
in
the
distance
was
an
oasis
.
.
.
an
oasis
with
limpid
water
,
which
reflected
the
iron
trees
!
.
.
.
Tush
,
it
was
the
scene
of
the
mirage
.
.
.
I
recognized
it
at
once
.
.
.
the
worst
of
the
three
!
.
.
.
No
one
had
been
able
to
fight
against
it
.
.
.
no
one
.
.
.
I
did
my
utmost
to
keep
my
head
AND
NOT
TO
HOPE
FOR
WATER
,
because
I
knew
that
,
if
a
man
hoped
for
water
,
the
water
that
reflected
the
iron
tree
,
and
if
,
after
hoping
for
water
,
he
struck
against
the
mirror
,
then
there
was
only
one
thing
for
him
to
do
:
to
hang
himself
on
the
iron
tree
!
So
I
cried
to
M
.
de
Chagny
:
"
It
’
s
the
mirage
!
.
.
.
It
’
s
the
mirage
!
.
.
.
Don
’
t
believe
in
the
water
!
.
.
.
It
’
s
another
trick
of
the
mirrors
!
.
.
.
"
Then
he
flatly
told
me
to
shut
up
,
with
my
tricks
of
the
mirrors
,
my
springs
,
my
revolving
doors
and
my
palaces
of
illusions
!
He
angrily
declared
that
I
must
be
either
blind
or
mad
to
imagine
that
all
that
water
flowing
over
there
,
among
those
splendid
,
numberless
trees
,
was
not
real
water
!
.
.
.
And
the
desert
was
real
!
.
.
.
And
so
was
the
forest
!
.
.
.
And
it
was
no
use
trying
to
take
him
in
.
.
.
he
was
an
old
,
experienced
traveler
.
.
.
he
had
been
all
over
the
place
!
And
he
dragged
himself
along
,
saying
:
"
Water
!
Water
!
"
