“What are you saying? And what do you want?” the Marquis asked.
Then Shamara turned to the Marquis,
“We will have to go with them, they have been sent by their Chieftain to take us to his Kasbah.”
“What does that mean?” the Marquis asked. “I wish to return to my yacht.”
“We have to do as they say or else they will take our horses away from us,” Shamara murmured.
The Marquis’s lips tightened.
Once again the leader of the horsemen was pointing ahead and giving what from his tone of voice was a direct order.
There were three men on either side of them and the Marquis knew that there was nothing he could do.
Too late he cursed himself for having left the yacht without finding out if it was safe for strangers to go riding in the vicinity.
It had never struck him for one moment that the
