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covers the disciples; they exchange looks, shift their weight. Mahound cries out again. "You all know what has been happening. Our failure to win converts. The people will not give up their gods. They will not, not." He stands up, strides within my heart: from within my deepest places, from my soul."
"Or it's a different trap," Salman persists. "How long have we been reciting the creed you brought us? There is no god but God. What are we if we abandon it now? This weakens us, renders us absurd. We cease to be dangerous. Nobody will God!" Bilal shouts. And his fellows join in: "Ya Allah!" Mahound looks angry. "Will the faithful hear the Messenger?" They fall silent, scuffing their feet in the dust.
"He asks for Allah's approval of Lat, Uzza and Manat. In return, he gives his guarantee that we will be them are washing once more when Mahound arrives; they cluster around him, whowhatwhy. Hamza stands back. "Nephew, this is no damn good," he snaps in his soldier's bark. "When you come down from Coney there's a brightness
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