“What was that?” She looked back down, still gripping his arm.
“Ballista.” Now the telescope came to her eye. She grunted. So he added, “Bolt thrower. Like a catapult.”
“Huh! Well. They’re loading another. What’ll we do?”
One quick last view for measuring their position. Sunil returned to the flame. She’d have to be his eyes now. “You watch. I’ve got to concentrate. We’re moving fast. If my eye is right, they’ll miss.”
He examined the angle of the sun. Calculating their falling rate and speed forward. “Mit Rahinah is this way?” He pointed in their direction of movement.
“Will we make it?” She examined the horizon. “Um, it’s about six kilometers.”
“I’m not sure.” He tried judging the airspeed. “About five knots.” He couldn’t be sure of the calculations in his head. Probably dropping too fast.
Aaleyah slapped the scabbard at her side. “I can use this. My father taught me.” The Kard dagger.
She’d pulled it out to show him, when they’d met back in Cairo.
“I hope it won’t come to that.” Looking down at the tiny specs, now in the distance, five knots and distancing nicely, he figured. At least he could nod at her knife now, as if he cared. Advising with a tone that spoke more than his words, “It’ll take them time to mount a pursuit.”
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