“It’s best to talk lightly of the unavoidable, since to take it seriously is to go mad. Still, you have courage for one so small to speak to me thus, and I admire that. Don’t stand in my entry chiding me like a village scold. Come into the heart of my castle and we can talk further of such important matters.”
A doorway opened in the wall before her, where she had not even thought a door existed. From beyond, she could see a golden glow of light that dazzled her eyes with its soft radiance. Hesitantly Selima walked forward, knowing the wind couldn’t harm her but still worried about the fate of her father and her friends.
When the wild wind that carried him down the castle corridors finally stopped, it deposited Jafar al-Sharif on the floor of a darkened room. Jafar lay still on the black
