"Then that solves the problem," said Abdullah.
"What?" Yajisiyan asked, stunned.
"I can have a group of people stoned to death, but they don't have to be Shiite Believers," said Abdullah.
"Perhaps there's no need for such extremes. I'd rather not kill too many people if I can help it. My child was just born, and a Christian ascetic offered me a blessing that year," Yajisiyan mentioned.
To this day, he still didn't know who to credit for the birth of his son, because he had sought help from every mystical power he could find.
"You'll need to resort to it sooner or later."
A sudden, violent crash echoed from the courtyard, and Abdullah poked his head out the window again to look.
He had to lean far forward to see what was happening below. Even here, forty feet up the High Tower, the castle walls were nearly five feet thick.
