Jafar al-Sharif became so engrossed in his storytelling he almost forgot the real purpose of his being here. Storytelling was his life, his avocation, and it gave him the greatest joy in the world to be performing his tales, even before an audience of apes. As he spoke, the feeling of power built up inside him, bringing force to his voice and strength to his soul. The magic was part of him once again, the knowledge that he could make great things happen through the power of his craft.
He had just finished with al-Araq and started on the cycle of the hero Argun when he grew aware of Cari’s invisible presence beside him. “We’re ready now, O master,” she whispered in his ear.
The interruption was like a physical jolt, sending a shiver through his entire body. The feeling of magic tried to f
