“And yet,” I said, “the only people who know about its existence are thieves—thieves who apparently leave it here, unseen and unspent. Thieves who actually bring more gold to swell this unimaginable hoard.” “Some people are never satisfied.” Ali’s attention was back on the shining expanse before us, disappearing off into darkness beyond the reach of the lantern. “Look at my own brother, the worthy Kasim. He started with nothing, as did I, and then had the good fortune to marry a woman who inherited great wealth. And yet has it left either of them satisfied?”
