Not for the first time in hershort life she realized that sin, as much as sanctity, held its ownpeculiar attraction. Al-Noor dismounted and took the child from Rebecca's arms. He leapt tohis feet and peered through the papyrus stems. The blood fromthe whip weals soaked their breeches and dripped down their legs.
Theystiffened. He was seated under a thatched sunshade at a camp tableon which were laid out his binoculars, notebooks and maps. In the centre of the pictureRyder's father sat in the saddle of his favourite mount, a grey geldinghe had named Fox. Throw it into the latrines where itbelongs.
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