When they wanted to look at that he ran the pencil through it and wrote something else on the other side of the fly-leaf, at which they all laughed uproariously.

Presently he tossed the book back to me with all the outward signs of contempt that a fanatic can show for another religion.
I have kept that Bible as a souvenir, with the verses from the Koran written on the flyleaf in Arabic in Grim's fine hand.
Underneath them, in Greek characters with a pencil line scrawled through them, is the only sentence that interested me at the moment: "This looks good.

Keep Anazeh quiet and sober." Anazeh was beginning to hold forth again, shaking his fist at Abdul Ali and making the roof echo to his mighty bellowing.
I tugged at the skirt of his cloak, and after a minute he sat down to discover what I wanted.

He seemed to think I needed reassurance.

He began to flood me with promises of protection.