He'd hated that, but at least he hadn't had tosee the ground below him or the clouds around. The look of fear in Rachman's eyes haddisappeared as the Pashtun gestured enthusiastically at what appeared to be a nothing-much village afew thousand feet below. He estimated them as doing nobetter than ten knots. Expensive.
He tried frantically to call the leader of the band on the radio but,maintenance being what it was among the Xamari . Flies clustered on those of the women and girls in thick, black, buzzingclouds. It could easily have gone the other way, had certain things not come to pass some years before. What little food she had managed to grab before her hurried flight fromthe cave she had thought of as home had gone to her children, mostly to the boy, as the Holy Koran andcustom commanded.
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