Chapter 34
‘There is something else, Sinan, that you accomplished by your quick thinking and action yesterday,’ the Grand Vizier said, ‘but which I could not spell out in public.’
The red standard of the Nasrid dynasty slapped a brisk rhythm above them in the gusting wind. Abu Abdallah looked at his friend. Sinan surveyed the view from the Watchtower: the green ocean of the plain with its far shoreline of hills; Jabal Shulayr, glittering with the season’s first fresh snow. The hopes that had blossomed when they first stood here – dreams of vizierates and secret secretaryships – had withered and died with the coming winter. In this clear cold dawn that had followed the extraordinary day in the Court of the Lions, they had both known it was time to go; to chase the dreams elsewhere.
Lisan
