His biggest fear was that someone from Al Qaeda would infiltrate his organisation, or the crowd, and give the Spanish people, or indeed the press, an excuse to reject the whole concept. He assumed the Teacher had worked behind the scenes with the authorities, gambling on the slowness of democracies to react. “As I mentioned on the video address, I am the Emir of Nasrid henceforth to be known for short as Nasrid. I am not the devil that they claim I am; I just want to claim back what is rightfully ours. This will be done democratically.” A lone voice from the crowd boomed. “Do you actually claim to be a man who lived six hundred years ago, a sort of modern day Rip Van Winkle? Or are you, indeed, a charlatan?” Salboa cursed, that was not the sort of comment they needed at present. “I do not
