Long after the midnight hour, but hours before dawn, all was dark and silent in Ali Baba's house.
A tall dark figure emerged from the guest quarters.
He carried a dimly lit lamp and moved stealthily across the courtyard towards the kitchen.
"Subhaan Allah!" Hasan murmured in appreciation, despite his restraint.
She moved closer to him.
'Swish, swish,' her sword moved around him, as she hovered over Hasan.
"What should be done now?" he mused aloud, wondering how to manage their immediate mess.
"We must bury these corpses quietly and quickly," Marjina proposed pragmatically.
Her casual attire hugged her smooth and elegant body as she peered through the cross hairs and concentrated.
She attached the silencer and adjusted the aim to account for the divergence caused by the silencer.
The Captain rose early the next morning.
Disguised differently again, he rode back into the city.
Dismounting outside a karvaan serai (caravan inn), he went straight to the Inn keeper, and struck up a casual conversation.
A King once thought that he would never fail in anything he undertook, if he knew three things:
1. When was the right time to do it?
2. Who were the right people to work with?
3. What was the most important thing to do?
"So!" Josh exclaimed with a sudden understanding. "He doesn't want to eat their salt, because if he does, he'll feel bad about killing them."
"Yea," she nodded, pleased that he had quickly picked up the connection.
"But," he countered, "if salt was only a symbol of food, then salted or unsalted, he is actually eating their food. Now if he kills them after that, isn't it betrayal anyway?"
"But I don't understand, Pa," Josh concluded. "Looks to me like the hermit justified everything that happened, as being the right thing, after it had already happened."
"But hindsight is not really wisdom."
It is our brain that translates words to create meaningful images.
To do this, it needs to know both language as well as the context.
Comprehension created from words will be wrong, if their translation or context is wrong.
“I’m Jesus’ Sower. And I’m tried.”
The effort to speak was too much for him, and he felt tired and weak.
As darkness descended on him again, he heard the nurse ushering his family out of his hospital room. He let the darkness take him again.