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hoisted her up onto the horse. Together they stormed the caravan cutting down soldiers on either

side.

GoGo’s warriors all took double their share of Moroccan lives and bloodied the sand for a

mile. GoGo dismounted and knelt down to honor two of her own men as they lay dead in the sand.

“My loyal guards . . . paradise awaits you.”

Omar rushed over to Cane who had fallen.

“Cane!” he shouted and knelt down beside him. His fangs retracted and his vampiric eyes

became human again. He examined Cane’s wound. He had taken a nimcha sword to the chest. The

slash was mortal.

“God is punishing me for doubting you, my prince.”

“After all that has happened he would have punished you for not doubting me.”

“I felled eleven Moroccans. Eleven lives for my one. Not bad.”

“The value of a man’s life is measured by the number of lives his friends would trade for

it. When it comes to thy life, eleven is barely the number of zeros.” Omar took Cane’s hand into

his. “With a bite I can save you from death. Join me, Cane, in the world of the vampires.”

“I am not afraid of death. I have lived well and I long to see my ancestors. Farewell, Prince

Omar of the desert. Remember me as thy loyal . . . vampire hunter.” Cane mustered a smile.

“My loyal friend,” Omar said softly.

Zuba and Raki rushed over but it was too late. Cane the Hunter died. Zuba and Raki knelt

down and mourned the loss of their friend. Raki leaned upon his sword with his head bowed in

prayer. Zuba wept for he had known Cane the longest and trained him to be a vampire hunter.

One by one, Daka broke open the wooden crates of luxury goods and spices, wines, nuts

and dried fruits, shaving blades and creams, perfume and fine oils, silks and exotic fabrics fit for a

king.