"You can't keep me here as your prisoner!" Rosalind's voice was husky with alarm. Sidi Armel ben Yussef had saved her from death at the hands of desert barbarians. What would he expect in return?
"in my own way I shall extract all the gratitude I desire. Be very sure of that!" The soft, savage emphasis in Armels perticularly threatening words told Rosalind that she had to leave--and quickly. But would he let her go?