The shock of rain stopped with the same sudden ferocity as it began. The soft sands of the Great Fair turned to mud, and rivulets of brown water ran through the harder packed dirt of the streets and paths. Shamash burned through the clouds and a mist followed, rising from the ground in a smoldering fog of steam. The mist and fog created by the sun heating the wet earth created a layer of white and grey vapor rising to just above the camels’ knees. The camels, stinking of wet fur and dripping, plodded along, unperturbed.