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bookwormed study, staring into three worlds, waiting for the end. "Come on, Abba," he marched cheerily into the presence. "Time to save your
Still in its place, on a shelf in Changez's study: a certain copper-- and-brass lamp, reputed to have the power of wish fulfilment, but as yet (because never rubbed) untested. Somewhat tarnished now, it looked down upon its dying owner; and was observed, in its turn, by his only son. Who was sorely tempted, for an instant, to get it down, rub three times, and ask the turbanned djinni for a magic spell . . . however, Salahuddin left the lamp where it was. There was no place for djinns or ghouls or afreets here; no spooks or fancies could be permitted. No magic formulae; just the impotence of the pills. "Here's the medicine man," Salahuddin sang out, rattling the little bottles, rousing his father from sleep. ," Changez grimaced childishly. "Eek, bhaak, thoo."