Tales of the Jewel

"Well, I can't let you asphyxiate, can I? The next time we meet I'll get my hunch about your fate ready. As long as it's under the stars, because it's them who speak to me."

"Then I'll let you know when the next one comes up to me."

"I wouldn't diminish my dog so. Neither would I part with my fez. Let's just say a career in priesthood is not for me. But at least my prophecies check out!"

"But religion is about crazy. If it's not outlandish enough people won't believe or practise it. My sermons of basic compassion, fairness and common sense wouldn't have following." Aydi laughed.

"That's one way to put it." He chuckled. "Here's my trick: before being men and women, nobles and beggars, Dahabi and Ra'shari, we're all humans. I choose to see the person first, layers second."

"Their loss, my gain." He spoke with a casual smile.

"I'm a private detective." Aydi replied simply, not feeling for nuances this late.

...

Not telling!

Good for you. I am a bad Q, it seems.

"I suppose they didn't know where wit and sense of humour come from."