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nothing moreтАФthe blind follower of a dying God."
"He could be a threatтАФ"
"Only if you make him one!" Quar rebuked sternly.
Kaug bowed. "And what are your instructions concerning the djinn, My Lord?"
Quar waved a delicate hand. "Do what you want. Keep them as your slaves. Send
them where we send the others. It matters Uttle to me."
"And the mysterious third partyтАФ"
"You have more important things to occupy your time, Kaug, such as the
upcoming battles in the south. However, I give you leave to solve your little
mystery, if you like."
"And would my Lord be interested in the outcome?"
"Perhaps some day, when 1 am bored with other foolishness, you may share it
with me," Quar said, indicating with a cool nod that the 'efreet's presence
was no longer wanted.
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The 'efreet, bowing again, evaporated into the blossom-scented air.
As soon as Kaug was gone, Quar disgarded the semblence of negligence that he
wore in the presence of the powerful 'efreet. Hastening back into his
sumptuous dwelling, he entered a Temple, whose exact duplicate could be found
in the world below, in the city of Kich. The God lifted a mallet and struck a
small gong three times.
A wasted face appeared in Quar's mind, its eyes burning with holy ecstasy.
"You have summoned me, Hazrat Quar?"
"Imam, among the people of the desert we captured must be some who are related
to this Khardan, their Calif."
"I believe there are, Holy One. His mother and a half-brother ... or so I am
told."
"I want information regarding this man, this Calif. Attain it any way
possible. It would be ideal, of course, if you could convert one or both to
the true faith."
"I hope to convert all the desert nomads, Holy One."
"Excellent, Imam."
Feisal's face disappeared from Quar's sight.
Settling back on a silk brocade sofa, Quar noted that he still held die
kumquat in his hand. Regarding it with complacence, he slowly closed his fist
upon it and began to squeeze. The skin ruptured, the juice flowed over his
fingers. When the fruit was reduced to an unrecognizable pulp, the God tossed
it casually away.
THE PALADIN OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 5
"We must escape! We must get out of Here, Pukah!" Asrial cried distractedly.
"That terrible monster is right. Mathew has disappeared! I searched for his
being in my mind and could not see him! A darkness shrouds him, hiding him
from my sight. Some dreadful thing has happened to him!"
"There, there," murmured Pukah, too dazzled and confused to know what he was
saying. The beautiful creature appearing out of nowhere, her soft hands
clinging to him, her fragrance, her warmth. The djinn had just presence of
mind enough to take hold of the soft hand and draw the angel down with him
upon the bed.