*
"You're bleeding," Noor said as Fareed turned to face the building.
"I know," he said, not looking at her. She took his arm quickly, rolling back the sleeve up to his elbow. He heard her suck in a breath as she looked at the cut, blood still seeping from it. He had underestimated just how deep it actually was.
"We need to get the bleeding under control," she said, turning to the coachman. "Get me a rag or scarf. And some water."
"At once, Sahiba," he bowed, hurrying off. Both of the men had already left, not wanting to jeopardise their disguise. It would look highly suspicious if Fareed Al-ghala was seen talking to a bunch of beggars. They lingered however a few metres from the coach, thrusting out their hands at passersby as they begged for alms. A few people spared some coins, w
