John William Waterhouse The Lady of Shalott

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He knew they had galloped into Ephebe. He should be looking across the fertile, pyramid-speckled valley of the Djel that lay between the two countries.
He'd spent an hour looking for it.
It was inexplicable. It was uncanny. It was also extremely embarrassing.
He shadeddecided it was time he should come back in out of the sun.
He shook her hand off his shoulder, and gestured impatiently. 'I've found it!' He pulled a knife from his boot and started poking at the stones.
'Where?'
'Here!'
She laid a ringed hand on his forehead.
'Oh yes,' she said. 'I see. Yes. Good. Now I think you'd better come into the shade.'
'No, I mean it! Here! Look!' his eyes and stared around for the thousandth time at the silent, baking landscape. And moved his head. And saw Djelibeybi. It flashed across his vision in an instant. He jerked his eyes back and saw it again, a brief flash of misty colour that vanished as soon as he concentrated on it. Some minutes later Ptraci peered out of the shade and saw him get down on his hands and knees. When he started turning over rocks she