It had worked, knowledge that she could not have taken into herself had passed into the slave. Knowledge that generations since the Prophet, Blessed be his Name, had sought to destroy or possess was hers for the price of a few pieces of silver. The writings that she had followed had proven themselves correct after all. Perhaps the city of Enchantment was within her reach.

A sudden tramping sound in the street drew her attention and she moved quickly to the door of the small shop. Coming down the street were a score of the Pasha's guard in their red and grey livery with slung pikes. The merchants shouted protestations and a few went so far as to hurl fruit but mostly they just grabbed up thier wares to protect them from the steel shood feet of the soldiers. Their seemed little doubt of their destination. The snappily dressed eunuch at the back of the prossession, clearly in command for all he skulked behind the saftey the men provide, removed any lingering doubt she may have had.

"Allah curse them for breathing," she muttered and looked around quickly for some other way from the dwelling. None presented itself.

"We need a way out of here before the Jannisaries arrive," she declared, the slightest hint of anger on her voice at the disruption of the plan.

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