What is "oases"

Usage examples of "oases".

Many salt caravans, incidentally, travel only between the districts and the local oases, while others travel between the local oases and the distant points, often culminating with Kasra or Tor.

Many of these oases were experiments, and Sax treated them as such, staying out of them, peering down into one steep-walled alas after another, wondering what the ecopoet responsible was trying to discover with his or her work.

To the oases caravans bring various goods, for example, rep-cloth, embroidered cloths, silks, rugs, silver, gold, jewelries, mirrors, kailiauk tusk, perfumes, hides, skins, feathers, precious woods, tools, needles, worked leather goods, salt, nuts and spices, jungle birds, prized as pets, weapons, rough woods, sheets of tin and copper, the tea of Bazi, wool from the bounding Hurt, decorated, beaded whips, female slaves, and many other forms of merchandise.

Its oases are fed from underground rivers flowing southeastward from the Voltai slopes.

Some rep is grown, for cloth, but most cloth comes to the oases from caravans.

Meat, hides, and animal-hair cloth are furnished to the oases by the nomads.

In turn, from the oases the nomads receive, most importantly, Sa-Tarna grain and the Bazi tea.

At the oases, it is common for the local pashas to exact a protection tax from caravans, if they are of a certain length, normally of more than fifty kaiila.

Those who live at the larger, more populous oases can learn in the baths.

Indeed, they would tend to avoid Aretai and Aretai-dominant oases, at least until they could come in force, paying the respects of the Tahari with steel.

For example, caravans between Red Rock, and certain other oases, and the salt districts, will travel under an escort of the Guard of the Dunes.

The towns on the east side were like oases, strung on the thread of an island-circling piste.

Yet all of them were farming with great success, in rocky wilderness that did not look easy to farm—cultivating exquisite little oases of agricultural productivity—living the lives of believers in viriditas—but no, never met her.

Snowmelt coursed down a number of rivulet channels, pooling and dropping through any number of potential meadow terraces, little diatom oases, falling down the basin to meet in the gravel wadi at the gate to the land below, a flat meadow-to-be behind the residual rim.

In between lay a million micro-environments, the rocky plateau pocked with hidden oases, and every crack filled with plants.