*
"Halt!" Mr Evans raised his hand, stopping the procession. All six men behind him immediately reined their horses in, turning their heads towards the two approaching figures from the right.
"Is it a friend or a foe?" Kareem asked as he rode up beside Mr Evans.
"Well, I can't tell for certain until whoever it is approaches now, can I?" Mr Evans raised an eyebrow. He held his reins tightly, a taut look in his eyes. They had been riding hard for several hours now, not daring to stop lest they were being followed. Kareem had assured Mr Evans that they wouldn't be followed, but he wasn't taking any chances. As far as he was concerned, he would only feel safe once he caught sight of Sana'a. There, he knew king Abdullah held no power.
Kareem withdrew to the rear, his hand slipping into h
