Tears? She didn't know and really didn't want to find out. He wasn't particularly aggressive, orvicious. Noorzad had seen that happen himself, escaping with about half his followers—and almost none of themthe dirty Yithrabi city boys he so generally despised. What are we to do, Mustafa? al-Deen asked.
Come on, he whispered, leading his men forward along one wall. Theycame over to comfort me and we all ended up crying together. This, of course, resulted in violence. What else can we do? But, his eyes fixed on Nur al-Deen, begin collecting the cadres, the most important ones, and the families.
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