THE ENTERPRISING KID had gone door to door within a fifty-metre radius of where he met the Australian.
Running at full tilt and jumping two steps at a time, Ahmed reached Bryce less than a minute after finding the American. He rushed back to his father’s shop, his face red with exertion, and screeched to a halt at Bryce’s knees.
Bryce caught him before he propelled himself further forward. ‘Whoa, easy young man.’
Grinning from ear to ear, he said, ‘I see.’
The father watched them nervously.
Bryce rubbed Ahmed’s head.
‘Well done.’
He got up and smiled warmly at the father.
‘Shukran. Thank you for your hospitality. Your son found a place for me to stay in the medina.’
The boy nodded and confirmed what Bryce had said to his father in Arabic. He didn’t understand the conversation betw
