Selima raced over to Ahmad as he pulled himself free of the lion’s dead body, and the silent question in her eyes asked whether he was all right. He nodded to her and gestured that they should move quietly to the far wall and begin sifting through the treasure heaped so carelessly there. They had to find the magical sword that could kill Estanash, or all their efforts so far would have been in vain.
There was so much loot heaped haphazardly that it was difficult to spot any single item within it. Selima could only look through the piles of precious relics for anything that might resemble a sword, and even Prince Ahmad dared not disturb the piles too much for fear of sending all the treasure tumbling to the ground with a clatter that was sure to wake the sleeping Jinn. The prince and Selim
