Realizing she could not let this happen, Selima dashed out into the Jinn’s view as though she were responsible for the noise. “O thou son of a sandworm, more insignificant than a scorpion’s spit,” she yelled at Estanash. “Prepare this day to meet thy doom.”
As she’d hoped, the Jinn turned all his attention on her and did not notice Prince Ahmad. Estanash had eyes with the vertical pupils of a cat, bright yellow and gleaming with the light of evil. “Who art thou, foolish mortal, to dare invade my cave?”
“I am Selima, daughter of Jafar al-Sharif, the greatest wizard of our age, and I am come to kill thee.”
Estanash laughed, a deep, thunderous tone that rumbled through the cavern and shook the very walls. Then the Jinn rose and Selima’s eyes widened. It had been hard to judge his height wh
