“So his question to an all-knowing genie would be about a mere trinket of love?” the caliph interjected. “A mere trinket? Love is a force unto itself, sayyidi. For love, people consider the unthinkable . . . and often achieve the impossible. I would not sneer at its power.” The caliph held her gaze. “I am not sneering at its power. I am lamenting its role in this story.” “You are saddened by love’s importance in the emir’s life?” He paused. “I am frustrated by its importance in all our lives.” Shahrzad’s lips formed a sad smile. “That’s understandable. If a bit predictable.” He inclined his
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