Chapter Fourteen Ha! Either dead or mortally wounded, it doesn’t matter, exulted the marksman. His nameless paymaster would be pleased and give him much gold, thought the renegade happily, a scant second before his own life was ended by the bullet which smashed into his skull. Talal, Nawwaf and others, surrounded by the boy’s guards were, for a second, all stunned into shocked immobility by the suddenness of the attack. Not so the guards, who immediately moved even more closely in around Talal, ensuring no other enemy could get a clear line of fire to him. Other riders rode swiftly across the sandy flatlands to the small rise to check it was clear of any other marksmen. Still shocked, the group gazed speechlessly at Nasir, sprawled face-down on the dusty ground. Then as he tried to rise, brushing sand off his clothing, his rifle still smoking in his grip, he stumbled and his friends thought him wounded after all. But no – his long robes were caught under the fallen camel and he was stuck half-upright.
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