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In the ancient, wind-scarred city of Taz , buried in the folds of southern Yemen’s highlands, there was no law but the law of the tribe. And no tribe was more feared or revered than the Bani Ishar , whose lineage stretched back to a legendary archer who had once shot an arrow through a sandstorm to kill a usurper king.

“The last of the Burh is not a sheikh or a sharifa. She is a woman who mends pots and shoes. Her name is . She has no army. No dagger. But the book says: the Governor of Taz is not the strongest. They are the one least likely to want power .” The Twist Radiyya, a thirty-year-old widow with soot on her face, was dragged to the platform, protesting. “I fix handles! I don’t rule!” ktab-mn-ansab-ashayr-mhafzh-taz

“Then who?” Mansur snarled, drawing his dagger. In the ancient, wind-scarred city of Taz ,

But the Bani Ishar had a secret. It was not kept in a vault or a mosque, but in a leather-bound book no larger than a man’s hand: — The Book of Taz’s Lineages . She is a woman who mends pots and shoes