Abdel ibn Zaid’s eyes flamed with anger. “Then it’s even more important that I kill him before he achieves his end,” he said. “You must know that. Why did you tell me?”
“It makes no difference. You’d find out in other ways, and possibly hurt innocent people in the process. This will save those people a great deal of pain.” The voice of the prophet was so calm it could have been mistaken for indifference toward those innocent people. Somehow, though—quiet as it was—it was the embodiment of strength and purpose.
Abdel ibn Zaid stared at the cagey old man, and his first thought was that the prophet must be lying to him to save the prince. It was exactly what ibn Zaid would have done in his place, sending the hunters off in the wrong direction and leaving the prince free to pursue whatever c
