For Ahmed Savi it is an in-between day: waiting for things
to happen. And of course, when you wait, things don’t happen. As he keeps
telling himself, the proverbial waiting drum doesn’t beat (not even a
kettle-drum). But there is disquiet amongst the customers at Moudi’s Emporium.
Loretta Garsten-Manir, is explaining Predictive Ptolomaic Astrology to the
sceptical Colin. What begins to convince him is the detail with which she
describes the fate of each individual that enters the Emporium. He orders another
glass of Ahmed’s Tantric Iftic tisane, and gazes at Loretta, in veiled
anticipation. When Mandible Winkworth enters, the spirited astrologer turns
pale. ‘What does this foretell?’ asks Colin. ‘It is perhaps the beginning of
the end,’ she replies.
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