Chapter 13
We left the next morning as Tommy said, and my relief became overwhelming when I realised the further we got from Egypt, the more that nagging feeling of eyes watching me weakened, until finally, by the time we reached Damascus, it vanished.
It took us some time to scour the city for the sheik’s tribe, but in due course we found him, just outside the city.
“Ah. My young friend.” Sheik Abd Al-Malik embraced me, then looked over the horses. “They are in good flesh. You have treated them well.”
“But of course.”
He nodded in obvious satisfaction, then glanced at Tommy.
“This is my friend, Thomas Smythe.”
“Captain.”
“Sheik.”
How did he know Tommy was a former army officer?
“You have business to deal with,” Tommy said to me before I could ask. “I’ll just go look at the prett
