Версия Десмонда Стюарта о том, что произошло с Лоуренсом вместо Дераа.

Pink oleander flowers in a drought-brown wadi: white clouds of aromatic broom hiding a camel and its rider in Rumm's sandstone gorge: such sights predicted in little the surprise of an oasis.
     To Azrak's south, the immense low wadi of Sirhan stretched through shimmering dust and mirage to the upland domain of Ibn Saud and his puritanical Ikhwan, a warrior brotherhood ready to slaughter for infractions of their code. To the north, the desert was black with jagged lava. Yet in the oasis itself men had contrived, for thousands of years, not merely to subsist but to know delight. A black basalt fortress commanded a chain of wells, palm groves and bird-thronged marshes. Fragments of a Greco-Roman altar, inscriptions of the Emperor Jovian and a Mameluke governor, attested the variety of its passing tenants. Its newest were to be Sharif Ali and Lawrence. Lawrence's servants used brushwood and palmfronds to repair the leaking roof of the northern gate-tower. Ali, as commander, occupied the corner tower to the south-east. For the first time in many months Lawrence could spend as long as ten days in a single place. He needed to come to terms with his failure to carry out Allenby's assignment; his camels needed rest.
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T.E. Lawrence: A New Biography by Desmond Stewart, London: Harper and Row, 1977, pp.187-189.