Genet came into the dusty square where the newcomer Turiq stood over Ajani. The scholar was akimbo, arms raised in defense. Genet noted Turiq’s bloody fist.
“What is this?” he demanded. The crowd milling around the fight stilled.
“This dog blasphemes!” Turiq roared.
Genet smiled and approached. “Surely not, brother. Ajani is a scholar.”
“Scholar!” Turiq spat. “A liar who says God is not here!”
Genet shrugged. “Would you call a blind man a liar if he said the sky was green?”
Turiq shook his head.
“Then Ajani is only blind. Come.” He stepped over Ajani and led Turiq away.