TRUST, PART ONE
In the year 1035 by the Christian reckoning, Rafael sat in his chamber in Lord Ahmed’s palace: perched on its lofty crag like some great couching beast, its narrow arrow slits glowering over the land and the distant Middle Sea, glittering like a scimitar: the snow capped peaks of Africa beyond – as beckoning and alluring as a sorcerer’s spell. Rafael laid aside his quill, sanded the parchment, and when the ink was dry, he blew it off and laid it aside. Captured by Moorish pirates while on a... Sign in to see full entry.