worries about this Sheyqa. We will give you many protections.â
The charms heâd seen the men making? He tried very hard not to look skeptical. They believed in the power of the tokens, and he could not insult his friends with open doubt. So he asked, âIs there no way to travel directly west? I have seen trade items from that country, brought by caravan and ship to Rimmal Madar.â Not terribly impressive itemsâblankets and a few spicesâbut it was trade he could understand and use to his advantage.
âAyia, north, west, thereâs not that much difference,â said Abb Shagara with a shrug. âThey are all barbarians, but I thought to spare you the worst of them.â
âIn the north,â Meryem explained, âpeople live in cities that are neither clean nor comfortable, but at least one may walk unhindered by towering walls.â
âIn the west,â her son continued, âthey live either in small villages perched on mountainsidesâand, to my eye, likely to fall off at any minute!âor in huge fortifications with walls that go on forever.â
âThe northern cities have walls, do they not?â Azzad had never heard of a city that didnât. The invaders with their Mother and Son religion had made walls necessary.
Abb Shagara made a dismissive gesture. âBoundary markers, nothing more imposing. There is no need. They are the friends of the Shagara.â
As was Azzadâand they were still speaking of defending his life with a few weights of beaten brass and tin. Acuyib help him.
âBut you must go where you wish, of course,â finished Abb Shagara. âFive days will take you to the western villages. Whichever direction you take, you will be protected.â He turned to his mother. âThere should be such protections at the dawaâan sheymma, to preclude any more incidents.â
âAbominable,â she muttered. âThat the very sanctuary of healing must be defended against malefactors.â
Azzad tried to keep his expression pleasantly neutral. When he saw Fadhil and Leyliah exchanging amused glances, he knew that his face had betrayed him.
The girl said, âAqq Azzad does not believe.â
âPerhaps he requires a demonstration,â Fadhil suggested.
Abb Shagara sprang to his feet from piled pillows. âWonderful! Fadhil, attack me!â
âAkkil Akkem Akkim Akkar!â exclaimed Meryem, in the manner of all mothers who desire their offspringâs complete attention.
And, in the manner of all children whose mothers propose to spoil their fun, Abb Shagara pouted. âBut Azzad needs to be shownââ
âDonât be absurd.â
âI believe implicitly,â Azzad told them.
Leyliah knew he lied. âFadhil?â she said, catching the young manâs eye. And swift as summer lightning the eating-knife in her hand flew across the platters of food, directly at Fadhilâs chest.
He did nothing. The knife struck his bleached wool shirt and tumbled harmlessly to his lap. Then he reached inside his clothing to bring out a silvery rectangular plaque about the size of his thumb. On it were inscribed symbols such as Azzad had seen the boys practicing with the mouallima.
âThis means âdefense,ââ he said, pointing to one of the figuresâtalishann, Azzad recalled. âThis is for safety, and this negates ironâs anger.â
âBut she wasnât truly angry with you,â Abb Shagara teased merrily. âHow could she be, whenââ
âEnough!â snapped Meryem. Fadhil and Leyliah were blushing. âIt matters nothing if Azzad believes or does not believe. The fact is that what we shall give himâadded to what has been made for his horseâwill keep him safe.â
âCanât I show him?â Abb Shagara begged. âPlease, Mother?â
âNo. And donât sulk.â
A look of mischievous cunning