CHAPTER 4By evening they had covered more than half the distance to Alexandria, and Godwin was persuaded to halt for a few hours of rest, the horses being weary with plunging through sand for such a long spell. “We’ll ride again with the moon’s zenith,” said Godwin, as he went about picketing the horses. “Perhaps we can make the city by midday tomorrow.”
Ramizail went off and stood by herself. “Mihrjan,” she said softly.
“I am here, Beloved of Allah.”
“Mihrjan, I’m sick of the same dreary food day after day. Godwin maintains that gentlemen rovers should fare roughly, to toughen their bodies. But I’m not a gentleman.”
“Assuredly thou art not,” said the invisible djinni, respect and male admiration nicely blended in his great voice.
“Then spread me a real feast! I want couscous, with al
