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"Oh, very well, far better than I expected," said
Mukhari Ras. "And you shall be rewarded. All my loyal
subjects will be rewarded."
He picked up a large canvas sack, grunting from the
obvious weight. Shuffling to the front of the platform,
Mukhari said, "Loyal men of Kernaf! I am pleased with the
guests you have brought me. Taste the gratitude of Mukhari
Ras!" So saying, he dipped his hand in the sack and flung a
handful of the contents into the air. A shower of gold coins
fell on the soldiers below. The men broke ranks and
scrambled after the money, which rang and rolled on the
paving stones.
Sturm blinked. He saw coins hit the ground, but it was
sand, common sand, that Mukhari threw by fistfuls from the
sack.
"You - you're a magician!" he said.
"No, boy. I am no crude conjurer, but a humble acolyte
of the mysteries of cosmic matter. My alchemical art has
made me master of this island. Soon I shall command all the
Inland Sea." Mukhari threw another handful of sand to the
Kernaffi. "More! Take more! All the gold in the world is
yours if you serve me!" The men dropped their weapons
and crawled on all fours in the dirt. They filled their helmets
with gold and laughingly chased each new coin as it struck
the ground
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