appeared on his face. âSurely a very little demonstration will suffice.â And he reached over to a tray, taking a silver cup such as Azzad had used the first time heâd sat in this tent. He tossed it at Azzad, who caught it easily. âLie to me.â
âYour pardon, Abb Shagara?â
âTell me a lie. Anything will do. Iâll ask a question, shall I? What is the name of your horse?â
Hiding a smileâand perhaps a tolerant sighâAzzad opened his mouth to say Barghoutz , silently begging the stallionâs pardon for the insult of calling him a flea.
What came out of his mouth was, âKhamsin.â
Abb Shagara crowed with laughter at the surprise Azzad could feel scrawled all over his face. âYou see? You remember the first time we drank qawah together here? You held that cup, and you told no lies.â
âIââ He thought he might say something polite. Instead: âI donât believe it.â
âI know you donât,â said Meryem. She rose and took the cup from his hand. âNow that youâve had your little game, my son, please allow Azzad to get some sleep. He has an early start in the morning.â
âAnother few questions, and he would have believed,â the boy complained.
âEnough!â Meryem ordered, and he subsided.
The next morning Azzad went on his way, with the whole tribe to watch. Only Abb Shagara, Meryem, Kabir, Fadhil, and Leyliah spoke to him in farewell, but he saw the smiles and sensed the goodwillâand their chagrin that while in their care he had nearly been assassinated. Curiously, there was no resentment that now, because of him, a stranger, the fearsome Geysh Dushann were their openly declared enemies. Truly, Acuyib had made their hearts more open and generous than the hearts of his own people, whom he had known to betray friends for the price of a basket of bread.
He saddled Khamsinâwho behaved himself although he was plainly eager for a long gallopâand took a moment to inspect the new decorations on the saddle. Fadhil stood stroking the stallionâs neck, watching Azzad finger each of thirteen palm-sized tin disks.
âOne for each moon of the year,â Fadhil explained. âIt is traditional with our own horses. Abb Shagara says we cannot tell you what each means, or you will trust in them too much and not have a care to yourself.â
âI see. If I knew that arrows would glance off Khamsinâs hide, Iâd ride right into an army of archers?â
âSomething like that. Not even the Shagara can protect against stupidity.â
âIâve never had a reputation for being wise, but I promise Iâll try not to be foolish.â He smiled and grasped the young manâs arm. âYouâve been a good friend to me, Fadhil, and because we are friends, Iâd like to give you some advice. Marry Leyliah.â
His skin paled beneath its golden sheen, and his eyes went wide. â Marry â?â
âYes. Youâre both healers, you have an eye for each otherâand no wonder, youâre handsome and sheâs exquisiteââ
âI cannot,â he whispered, glancing away.
âWhyever not? Surely sometimes you marry within the tribe. Youâre not close cousins, are you?â
âIn the sixth degree.â
âWell, thenââ
âSheâwill find a husband from another tribe.â
âI tell you she wants you. Iâve seen that look in a womanâs eye often enough to know what it means. It would do my heart good to think of you married andââ
âI cannot. Please do not speak of it ever again.â Fadhil gave him an anguished look, gripped both Azzadâs hands for an instant, and hurried away.
Chal Kabir came forward, clasped his hands briefly, and advised him to be careful. Then Meryem and Abb Shagara approached, the latter with a look of longing in his eyes as he regarded