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how their confidence has been built on clouds, on the passion of Hind's proclamations and on very little else. They abandon her, and with her, hope. Plunging into despair, thetheir doors.
She screams at them, pleads, loosens her hair. "Come to the House of the Black Stone! Come and make sacrifice to Lat!" But they have gone. And Hind and the Grandee are alone on their balcony, while throughout Jahilia a great silence falls, a great stillness begins, and Hind leans against the wall of her palace and closes her eyes.
It is the end. The Grandee murmurs softly: "Not many of us have as much reason to be scared of Mahound as you. If you eat a man's favourite uncle's innards, raw, without so much as salt or garlic, don't be surprised if he treats you, in turn, like meat." Then he leaves her, and goes down into the streets from which even the dogs have vanished, to unlock the city gates.
Gibreel dreamed a temple:
By the open gates of Jahilia stood the temple of Uzza. And