The day was dawning. The fiery sun glared at the Sahababad from the pacified altitude. Summer was crawling closer and the tinges could be felt in the breeze.
The Erga was silent. Last night’s happy chatters had died down in chirping birds and whistling lawn creatures. The king had retreated to his chamber, leaving the ten years old crown prince on his own.
Iblis was strolling in the backyard. His friend, Suri squatted at the grass at some distance. He was carefully examining the movements of a frog for a school assignment that was due to be submitted by the end of the week. However, Iblis didn’t care about any stupid science assignment for his thoughts were occupied elsewhere.
‘I say, Suri.’ He called out, turning towards the young sheik who raising his head, squinted innocentl
