Читать книгу Rayan - Son of the Desert - Indira Jackson - Страница 20

What helped Carina in the end was pure coincidence. She took another taxi, which dropped her off near her hotel, right at the bazaar.

She decided to make the best of the situation: if she was hanging around here with nowhere to go, she was going to discover in more detail the treasures of the market.

Soon she was completely caught up within the turmoil and once again she could only feel fascination for this country.

When the German bought herself something cool to drink at one of the stands, she heard beside her a couple enthusiastically discussing an incident they had experienced this morning. Deriving from their accent, Carina thought they had to be from England.

As she spoke the language fairly well herself, she could not help following parts of the conversation. When she heard the words “warriors”, “riders”, “horses” and “rifles” she started to pay more attention. Soon after she asked the two of them directly what they were talking about. They were more than happy to explain: they had received advice from the bellman at their hotel, who had suggested that they make a trip to the meeting-place for caravans outside of the city. It was supposed to be a special highlight to observe the colourful happenings there, especially early in the morning.

Consequently they had heeded the advice and today they had been witnesses to the departing of a troop of riders that went on their way into the desert. However, they had not taken, as usual, camels, but instead they had ridden beautiful, Arabian horses. Someone had told him that they were the men of an important Sheikh. It had been an incredible sight – unforgettable! So many wonderful animals, in conjunction with the proud riders!

At that moment Carina was fully aware of where she had to go next …