The Tiger and the Cauldron – Epilogue

Baidu was executed by Ghazan’s order on the very day of the latter’s triumphant entry into Tabriz. He had been Il-khan for only six months. Ghazan was formally enthroned two weeks later. It was the beginning of November in the year 1295 by the Western calendar. That same winter, Marco Polo, his father and his …

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The Tiger and the Cauldron(41)

Chapter 41 Sabbah slammed the door shut and turned the key savagely in the lock. He inspected his thumb on which the blood had begun to congeal. ‘You heard?’ he demanded of Sayyid and Mujir, neither of whom had moved from his position as guard. ‘We heard.’ ‘You will forget!’ Sabbah growled. ‘Swear it.’ ‘I …

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The Tiger and the Cauldron(39)

Chapter 39 ZAGROS The brown dust road stretched out in both directions with no sign of life or habitation save the droppings of countless sheep and goats. Now rising, then falling, it ran with scarcely a bend across the arid terrain between the darker, russet brown of the hills. Fifteen or twenty parasangs on, it …

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The Tiger and the Cauldron(37)

Chapter 37 The skulls and other remains were removed from the square and buried in the public garden. The ash was brushed away and the paving cleaned. Sabbah undertook to supervise the gathering up of all serviceable weapons, which were brought to the citadel, while Khumar attended to the task of digging pits to receive …

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The Tiger and the Cauldron(33)

Chapter 33 Doquz squatted in the shade of the battlements and covered her face with her hands. ‘Was that very foolish, Sabbah?’ she asked. ‘The man’s attitude infuriated me but I should not have reacted as I did.’ ‘Foolish or not, they have gone, or will have gone soon,’ Hassan said. ‘Zanjani had only contempt …

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The Tiger and the Cauldron(31)

Chapter 31 Dawn came too quickly for Hassan. He had hardly slept but his body felt warm and alive. Doquz lay close to him beneath the double blanket, her wounded arm still wrapped round his chest, one knee pressing against his belly and her cheek nuzzling his chin. Over the last fortnight the growth of …

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