She turned and led him toward a squat, smoky hut on the edge of the village green. Rastaban turned to look at his lieutenants, who were pale-faced, as if they had seen a ghost.
“That’s her!” Rhajj hissed.
Khouri elbowed him. “We have been invited to dine with a friendly local. Shut up!”
“She’s going to poison our food,” Rhajj said.
“If that’s her, we’ll find out soon enough,” Rastaban said. He followed the woman who called herself Kana and studied her carefully. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the other women. None were familiar - yet.
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