Hajji Semereth replied that he’d listened closely, and that although he didn’t want to offend anyone’s feelings, he would act however his honour demanded. ‘But there isn’t enough room for both honour and emotions in this situation!’ his uncle retorted, growing exasperated. He had taken on the role of ambassador out of his own volition, not only because he knew his nephew’s ears would better bear the burden of the malevolent truth if it came from his lips, but because he was the only one of his relatives who wanted to leave the final decision in the Hajji’s hands, rather than dictate the necessary course of action. What would he tell the others now? ‘What should I say? That you’re dithering over retribution? Should someone else be entrusted with the role of executioner? Why are you hesitati
