CHAPTER 15“El Sareuk, are you sure you want to do this?” Godwin said anxiously, as he stood in the shadow of the building’s north side and plucked tufts of fur out in search of an elusive flea. “There’s small danger, true, but your dignity!”
The Saracen turned on him the face of a natural-born but long-frustrated thespian. “I would cut down the man who presumed to keep me from it,” he said loftily.
“Very well. Be careful, venerable wolf. Remember that I don’t know how fast this hulking body can run.”
“I shall be as circumspect and as wily as the hungry small jackal.”
“Then go to it, and Godspeed!”
El Sareuk peered round the corner of Mufaddal’s house. The facade was a hundred and fifty feet long, and the door was set in the very center, with four Turcomans to guard it. He cleared his
