“How much further till thee’s castle?” Khalid asked Bibi.
“About a league after the forest.” Bibi pointed to a dark tangled forest.
“Is there a way around?”
“Not a quicker or safer one.”
“Well art there robbers and thieves in the forest?”
“Yes, but I know of safer paths. Follow me.”

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“Get Out!” snarled Raghib, throwing his cup at Qudir.
“Yes, my Lord,” said Qudir, dodging it by an inch, then he turned and walked to the door, opened it and closed it gently behind him.
“Rashad! Where is he? Rashad!!”
“Yes, my Father?” said a man, poking his dark head through the door.

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“Where am I?” said Bibi, waking from a deep sleep.
“Thou art in Shamara’s Castle,” said a servant named Atherton, who had a brown bushy beard and strong brow. “Thou hast had a bad beating.”

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“Why hast father been taken?” cried Latavia.
“I knowest not,” Janan sighed. “We hast better make our way home.”
The two girls ran down the hill, through the forest, and jumped across the stones in the stream. But when they came to the road, they stopped suddenly.
“Halt,” a voice called.