His eyes glowered with hate as he peered across the narrowing strip of waves and surf.

"Jehannum, where every time their skins are burned off, as the Koran says, new ones will grow to be burned off again! Where 'they shall have garments of fire fitted upon them and boiling water poured upon their heads, and they shall be beaten with maces of iron--" "And their tormentors shall say unto them: 'Taste ye the pain of burning!'" the Master concluded the familiar quotation with a smile.

"Waste no time in wishing the Beni Harb future pain, my dear Lieutenant.

Jehannum may indeed reserve the fruit of the tree Al Zakkum, for these dogs, but our work is to give them a foretaste of it, today.

Kismet seems to have willed it that you and the Beni Harb shall meet again.