Chapter 28
The last call to prayer had ebbed away from the cemetery of al-Bayyazin. Lubna lay on the hard ground, listening to the snuffling of dogs around her inert body. Some aerial part of her mind rose, looked down upon herself and saw a shadow stretched out beside a grave with a stone as a pillow, like the mad graveyard-dwelling Sufis who saw chaotic visions.
But Lubna’s visions were not chaotic. Since that second thunderbolt of four days ago, she had seen things with a detached and shocking clarity.
Beginning with the vision of her brother’s head. In her mind’s eye, she had watched him die so many times before that, in a way, she had been prepared for the sight of his actual corpse. She had heard the boy Jaime’s screams on the day of their capture sixteen years ago, and heard in t
