Later that same day Rokhshan was having a ride in the desert towards a deserted village, where she was meeting The Kelt, formerly known as MacDonald.
"Hey, you. How is Joa...sorry Murat?"
"He's doing OK. Sends his regards. Did the plan work?" "Yes, the poison worked as you described it would."
"Too bad for the cat. What happened to the girl?" "At first she thought it was all part of a game. So she really panicked when the guards started beating her. It did add to the reality feel though when she told the name I gave her snottering and weeping just to get free. Those guards will never believe that she did not do it."
"You didn't set her free, did you?" "No, of course not. The only ones who know now are Murat, you, myself and Arabi." "And you trust him?" "With my life."
"And the remaining marshals?" "They reacted as predicted. Couldn't wait to arrest me the morning after Lesire was executed." "de Monnaie made me a proposal, almost made me laugh. You should have seen their faces when we arrested them." "So...." "Yes, they have been dealt with." "Good."
After he was convinced that all was done according to plan, The Kelt mounted his horse and rode to his men waiting to leave. While he was still in hearing distance Rokhshan shouted: "ibn Arabi is going to send you ten of his best men! Use them wisely."