Parade of Shadows
“Daud was young, no more than eighteen or nineteen, eager and chatty, with melting brown eyes. Mustafa was older and more reserved, brisk and busy, a man who looked as though he did not like to be ordered about. The dragoman, Khidr, was thin and hollow cheeked and would not look at you. His hair hung in untidy ringlets, and a wisp of chin whisker decorated a sullen face. He missed very little. When Monsieur Louvois refused to trust his small leather case to the mukaris and insisted instead on ha...ndling it himself, Khidr’s eyes followed the case as Louvois secured it in his saddlebag.
In Ain el Beida we were to stay in a sheikh’s house rather than in tents, so the caravan was traveling lightly. We started off on a road of stone blocks. “They were laid by the Romans two thousand years ago,” Hakki informed us. There was no enthusiasm in his voice, only duty; he could not get over his betrayal to Watson & Sons.
The Romans had tired quickly, or perhaps they had run out of slaves, for their road dwindled to nothing, leaving us to cross a dry plain where the sun punished us and a cloud of reddish dust settled angrily on our clothes and horses.MoreLess
In Ain el Beida we were to stay in a sheikh’s house rather than in tents, so the caravan was traveling lightly. We started off on a road of stone blocks. “They were laid by the Romans two thousand years ago,” Hakki informed us. There was no enthusiasm in his voice, only duty; he could not get over his betrayal to Watson & Sons.
The Romans had tired quickly, or perhaps they had run out of slaves, for their road dwindled to nothing, leaving us to cross a dry plain where the sun punished us and a cloud of reddish dust settled angrily on our clothes and horses.MoreLess
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