Then the prince yielded. The ink has run badly. I have been keeping watch on your camp. The assault troop brandished their weapons and rushed at thewall.
I will wait between the camp and the well to watch for another sentry. As thegates closed behind them, the survivors crept out from theirhiding-places in the warren of slums. Hassan Ben Nader turned his back on the struggling animal and walkedaway unhurriedly. The rifle kickedback, and the sweet stink of black powder smoke stung their nostrils.
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