Jafar gave the matter some thought. “Are there any here beside your king who can see an invisible Jann?” he asked Leila.
“The Punjari have weak eyesight from spending so much time in these caves,” Leila said. “I doubt they can see their toes clearly enough to count them—assuming they could count, that is.”
Jafar al-Sharif looked at the ring of Cari on the middle finger of his left hand. His failure to summon the Jann in the darkened cell had shaken his faith more than he cared to admit. What if the ring no longer worked? Could he continue his brazen masquerade without Cari’s faithful assistance? He felt the same chill in the pit of his stomach that he’d felt in Sarafiq when the acolyte asked him to give up the ring before visiting the prophet. Cari had become a very important part of his
