He looked down at the drop. The blessing of Allah the All Merciful be upon you, English milord. Around in a deadly glittering circle the twoswords revolved. They rode in double file along the narrow valley, and although the moonhad risen an hour before the rocky sides still threw the sun's heatinto their faces.
His lips twitched in a smile that lackedhumour, and he adjusted the hang of the golden sword at his side beforehe strode to the flap of the tent. The crowd was in a festive mood. He could see little, for it was narrow, and the softlight of the candle was directly in his eye. Believe me, Mevrouw, he will be paid out in full when wereach Good Hope.
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