The Alhambra sits like a garland on Granada's brow On which the stars are entwinedZamrak 1450
“What happened?” stammered Guy sitting down at the bottom of the bell tower, he felt as if a mule had kicked him. Rose and Monty had helped him down, dazed, from the tower. “A bullet, they shot you; fortunately it just grazed your shoulder. You’ll live,” replied Rose. “I've put a loose bandage on; a police medics are on their way.”
“Leila?”
“You know the answer; perhaps it was better that way.”
“I saw her face,” groaned Guy. “It was as if she wanted her road to peace at last. The killers got away?”
“We will find them,” replied Monty grimly replacing his police radio. He was heavily preoccupied with something and twiddled his pipe absently in his fingers. “Cabbalas has tracked down their desti
