The food had been cleared away in their absence. Instead, on the ebony table there were pens and ink and paper.
She leaned back on her throne, with bare feet pressed tight against the footstool, staring, staring at the table and the pens, and then at King, as if she would compose an ultimatum to the world and send King to deliver it.
“I said I will tell you,” she sad slowly. “Listen!”
Chapter XIV
Nothing new! Nothing new!
Nowhere to hide when a reckoning's due,
But right earns right, and wrong gets rue,
With nothing deducted or given in lieu;
And neither the War God, I, nor you
Ever could make one lie come true!
Vale, Ceasar!
As Yasmini herself had admitted, she headed from point to point after a manner of her own.
“You know where is Dar es Salaam?” she asked.
“East Africa,” said King.
“How far is that from here?”