'When you are grown up,' Lorna's father had told her, 'we'll travel the world together.' It was a dream to which she had clung all through their years apart, but it had not been meant to come true. Now she had come alone to the Oasis of Fadna, a sort of pilgrimage to the place her father had loved. When a friend warned her of the risks she ran, Lorna scoffed, 'You can't alarm me with tales of ardent Arabs who carry off girls to their harems. I now the Bedouin prefer their own kind of women…' But Lorna was to find that she was wrong!