“Lord,” he said, “there is a message from the king. Es-Souk, who was to have been executed today for your amusement, has escaped from his prison. He undoubtedly seeks you, lord, to attempt your murder before his own death, since he cannot live under the king’s displeasure.”
Tony felt himself growing just a little pale. He remembered fingers closing on his throat, and an elephant-sized monster in his bedroom in the palace at Barkut, beating its breast before falling upon him to demolish him utterly.
That—irrelevantly—suggested the only possible source of action. Tony gulped and said:
“Thank you, Abdul. Tell the king I am very much obliged for the warning. But tell him not to worry about it. I won’t need any extra guards. I’ll handle Es-Souk. In fact, I’ll help hunt for him as soon as I’ve—as soon as I’ve refilled my cigarette lighter.”
Chapter 13
He went back into the house. His knees felt queer. He fumbled in his pockets. He brought out the lighter, and then brought out one of the small glass phials Ghail had given him in the camel cabin on the way across the desert—one of those containing lasf.
Ghail looked pale, too.
“What are you going to do?” she demanded. Her voice trembled.
“Attend to Es-Souk, I hope,” said Tony, with quite unnatural calm. To the Queen he said: “Your Majesty, if you have any pet djinns around at the moment, you’d better chase them out. I’m opening up a phial of lasf. ”
“But—”