ABSTRACT
THEREhasbeenanotherdelugeduringthe nightlastingfromtwoo'clocktofour,and, althoughthethatchedroofhasprotectedus faithfullyenough,theairissoimpregnated withmoisturethatweawakesoakedasbythe stormitself.
Now,however,thedayisbroadeningina puresplendour.Theblue,cloudlessskyis innocenceitself.Ithereforehavetheoxen harnessedtoourlittlejoggingcarts,in ordertoreturntotheforestandvisitthat templeofBayon,ofwhichIhadbutaglimpse, thedaybeforeyesterday,intherainytwilight.
