The eight little demons climbed all over the vizier, undressed him, relieved him of all possessions. They left him naked, mouth agape in shock. A mistake. “Help me, Ishmael,” Isaac said, pointing at the vizier’s mouth. The red brothers jumped back onto the vizier’s head. Isaac and Ishmael came away with his gold teeth. “Quite a reasonable return,” Noah said. “She bargains well,” Isaac said. “She is from Alexandria. We shall be rich in no time. A most fortunate partnership.”
