Where are al-Jamal and Nazeera? Clutching his wrist, the blood fromhis severed artery pumping sullenly, the Arab spat at him. As they came together they hardened into a cohesive whole, aprickly hedgehog of bayonets in the fluid fury of the fight. Completelyout of his head and hallucinating. He stood up to his full height and sucked inhis belly.
Ammunition here! The quartermasters moved along the sides of thesquare, doling out the cardboard packets. And the rest, Jock told him. When the needle of the pressure gauge touchedthe green line Jock gingerly eased open the cock of the steam valve. Osman stooped, took a handful of the thickcurls and, ignoring the blood that splashed down the front of hisjibba, held the head aloft to show it to his aggagiers.
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