Do not question the Monkey Riders from the Saharan desert, for you know not who they are or from whence they came, for they are great in numbers but small in size, heroic and legendary, yet unknown and mysterious, ambitious and loud, yet seldom are they seen, and rarely are they heard. The Monkey Riders rest for no one and no one has ever seen them rest, yet they can ride all day and all the way across the desert back and forth. Their speed is to be reckoned with, and also is their strength. The leopard and the lion cannot compete. It is your duty therefore never to question these mystic creatures, for they cannot give you your answer and nor can I.

They do not speak your tongue, but they do understand your words. They cannot be bribed, or swayed, or once delayed. Every one has his secret, but no secret is known. They take their time while riding to reflect and ponder on riding, for it is their life’s sole purpose and their one and only desire. They are enlightened and never frightened. They dare not approach another being, but tease them all the while. At dusk till dawn they are withdrawn, away from those that search to find, but are so sadly blind. They leave the remnant of great fires and feasts and all the legendary beasts. Seen by travelers from far and wide, the gathering looks abandoned, old, and very cold. Weeks or months or even years have passed since one was in that place, and this is how we know they stop and stay awhile, but no more is known but what I’ve told you and all that I have shown.