Jamin noted the way Nusrat suppressed a grin. His crafty father would approve of the way he had distributed the 'gift.' Thanks to Ninevian spoils, there was plenty to go around. Kasib would be livid if he found out, but Jamin had ordered the Sata'anic soldiers to empty the village, fattening their personal pockets while still carrying home more than enough tribute to satisfy General Hudhafah.
He stepped inside the tent, thankful the place now bore the clean, astringent odor of Sata'anic disinfectant. Marwan lay upon his cushions, his leg still propped up and protected by bandages, but the stench of infection was gone, along with four of the desert shaykh's toes.
"Salam," Jamin greeted. "Father, I have come home."
"Ahh, Jamin," Marwan grinned at him. "And you have made a good impression
