Chapter 32
‘They’ll take a little getting used to,’ the Grand Vizier said. He screwed his eyes up in the morning sunlight and peered at the top of the great gate.
Sinan and Abu Abdallah followed his gaze. Above the main entrance to the Alhambra, the heads of the eleven dead Lions had replaced those of the usurper El Bermejo and his followers.
‘But a fresh set of heads always sends the right message,’ Lisan al-Din continued. ‘Especially when you have important visitors. And in any case, El Bermejo and company were well past their prime. Mind you, the department of execution and torture were up all night patching up the middle one.’ As if on cue, a raven landed by Layth’s head and pecked hungrily at one of his green eyes. ‘They said it was almost too damaged to go on display . . . I don’t
