The will of Hakiyah is made manifest, a silence pervading Salahuddin's tent. Thereupon, the pages of the spellbook flutter by some desert breeze slipping under the tent flap, and the gold-leaf margin patterns peel off the page, seeming to dissolve in the air. Underlaying the illusory script are golden slightly glowing maps, depicting clearly the route the workers on Jabir's tomb took through the al-Yakbi Mountains. They unequivocally depict the tomb's location, as well as its construction...which appears surprisingly simple. Notes from Akdam, however, illustrate his suspicion that Jabir had contracted an entirely separate team of builders to construct a secret passage within the crypt itself...
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"She sits on a rock and watches the northern horizon from which we've come, my handsome and well-dressed master, with a single-pointed focus. For over an hour she sits and watches. There is nothing out there but sand, boulders, and tufts of dried grass." At this, Easifa mentally yawns. While he has no true need for sleep – or food and drink for that matter – the djinnling is perhaps a touch excessively fond of such mortal vanities. [/SECTION]
