It was time for Abdel ibn Zaid to speak up. His own eyes were glowing with the heat of this blood sacrifice, and his voice was in a state akin to holy rapture as he said, “You must take my people and myself and all our horses and our gear safely to within a few thousand cubits of wherever Prince Ahmad of Ravan and his followers are camped for the night. You must bring us there without detection, so we may fulfill our vow to kill him.”
“As spoken, so shall it be done,” Zarfun agreed. “I so swear it in the name of our master Rimahn, lord of the lie.”
Thus assured, Ptessen made a break in the perimeter of the circle so the rimahniya could exit safely. The band of assassins went outside the hut and assembled their horses together in one place. The Marid Zarfun grew in size until he was as bi
