While the Arab is staring in shock at the newcomer, the officer approaches him and stops in front of the sheik.
“I am Captain Gaston Lefevre of Fort Laval,” he says again.
“But… but, you have refused my demand. First, you hoisted the white flag, then flew the Three-Color again.” The sheik is taken aback. “What is going on here? Is it a trick, or what?”
Lefevre wipes his sweating face with a handkerchief. “Is my daughter safe?” he asks, and there is a light tremor in his voice.
“Your daughter is still safe,” Feisan answers. “At least for now.”
“Can I see her?”
“Not until this strange situation has been resolved, Capitaine. You should rather talk and speak the truth,” Feisan answers and sags back unto the cushions.
Capitaine. Lefevre looks at his hands, and it seems he is struggling w
