The Gathering Hashashin

The Woman silently watched the Saint descend.

Finally, as the massive Entrance made of sand vanished as if swallowed, she carefully set down her pipe, rose, and went outside.

Sure enough, once outside.

All the Hashashin in the village had gathered.

Among them, the oldest Assassin carefully stepped forward and met the Woman's gaze.

[*The Man with a Broken Body*.]

"That's right."

[*The Being Prepared in the Dirtiest Place*.]

"That's also right."

[*The Most Foolish Chosen One*.]...