“I have half a mind to murder you,” he said, quietly.
The old Libyan only laughed.
“All I have said is true and for your own good, Marcus,” she answered, “and you will live to know it.”
“Where will you take her?”
“I don’t know yet, but Christians always have friends.”
“You will let me hear of her.”
“Surely, if it is safe.”
“And if she needs help you will tell me?”
“Surely, and if you need her help, and it can be done, I will bring her to you.”
“Then may I need help soon,” he said. “Begone.”