Rathwan and his father returned with the guests. I barely saw them before I was closeted away with the female visitors: a small old woman in black and her tall, severely black-clad daughter, Fatima. Fatima was very pale and clear-skinned, the way nuns from enclosed orders look, spared spots and wrinkles for their blessedness. Her black head scarf framed her face like a nun's veil but there was something shrill about her around the eyes that told you this was no sweet, twittering innocent from the chorus of The Sound of Music.
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