Prince Ahmad’s face was stern. “This is the second time you’ve withheld information from me,” he said coldly. “First the prophecy about my reign, and now this. Is there anything more I don’t know that I should?”
Umar bin Ibrahim looked abashedly at his feet. “I believe not, Your Highness.”
“Good. Such surprises do little to improve my disposition on a day when my life has barely been spared.” He stared at the bodies in the rain for a moment, then continued, “What is to be done about the rimahniya who escaped? Should we seek them out rather than wait for them to strike at us again?”
His advisor shrugged. “The rimahniya are renowned for their stealth and their ability to hide. Trying to hunt them down would be nearly impossible with our resources. I’m afraid there’s little we can do, Your
