‘I would fight an Ifrit[23] for you, Sahib… but this creature?’ He gave me a look that reminded me of the way my aunt always looked at me. ‘I must respectfully decline.’ ‘I thought so,’ nodded Mr Ambrose. ‘What in God’s name is an Ifrit?’ I demanded. ‘A powerful half-demon from Arabian mythology,’ Mr Ambrose informed me. ‘They are over twelve feet tall, armed with huge swords and have fists and wings that burn with hellfire.’ Dear me. I had no idea Karim thought so highly of me.
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