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Godwin stood up. "Where's El Iskandariya?" he asked. El Sareuk rubbed his beard with one slim brown hand. "You call it Alexandria. About twenty-five leagues west it lies, my great…
Mufaddal al Mamun, a tall, bulky, brown-eyed, flat-nosed, dark-faced hulk of a man, was eating his midday meal. It consisted of ful beans fried in samn , millet bread, onions, cucumbers, and hard-bo…
By evening they had covered more than half the distance to Alexandria, and Godwin was persuaded to halt for a few hours of rest, the horses being weary with plunging through sand for such a long spel…
Heraj looked into his crystal ball. Absently he flung out his right arm, which extended for seven feet and allowed the hand to grasp a beaker of honey wine sitting on a taboret across the room. His e…
Godwin rolled over, opened an eye, and smacked his lips. He always awoke hungry. He scrabbled in the sand beside him until he found his bag of dates, popped one into his mouth, and got up. He pushed …
Godwin turned and looked back at them. In the moon's light he was an uncanny figure, standing on lofty immaterial nothingness. "Well," he said testily, "come on. Can't you se…
About the time that Godwin and his friends were fording the Rosetta Branch of the Nile, Heraj the sorcerer interrupted his leader again. "He riddled out the levitating oasis, Mufaddal, and he sl…
"Godwin dear," said Ramizail, in a voice which for her was small and deferential indeed. "Yes?" he said. He had been dreaming in the saddle of battles he had fought and brawls he …
They were almost within sight of Alexandria before they found what they were seeking. Then, just at the last possible moment, they sighted a large cluster of the black tents of the Bedouins. "Aw…
The black-faced slob who led the troops of the Saracens in Alexandria was seated cross-legged on a rug, eating a bowlful of dry rice. He squinted at Ramizail where she stood, defiant and tear-stained…
