*
Yousef was a much older man than Noor had imagined, though he still looked as formidable a man as ever. He was standing just outside the modest house he had rented for the duration of his stay in Sana'a, leaning on a long piece of cane which looked more like a piece of accessory than an actual necessity. When Fareed told her that the man they would be meeting would have a valuable piece of information, she had imagined a frail and thin man not much unlike Hamza. But now, standing in front of Yousef, she realized that the man probably carried an entire archive of information in his head.
"Master Fareed," he smiled happily as they alighted from the coach, "I have been expecting you for quite a while now. It appears that you are nearly an entire minute late, I'm afraid. The great master
