CHAPTER 8About the time that Godwin and his friends were fording the Rosetta Branch of the Nile, Heraj the sorcerer interrupted his leader again.
“He riddled out the levitating oasis, Mufaddal, and he slew the winged lion. I thought you’d like to know what sort of man is coming after us.”
“If you had done your job at all well—” Mufaddal paused to thrust a piece of millet bread into his maw, and his half-brother interrupted him.
“You know my limitations. Allah curse it, what man ever stood up to the winged lion before today?” He took a piece of paper out of Mufaddal’s chin, or seemed to, at any rate, and read a few words that were scribbled thereon. “Well, the dog is crossing the Rosetta now. I have a horrible feeling he can’t be stopped.” Heraj sprinkled salt on the scrap of paper and a
