Despite Ma’isah’s thirst, she kept walking. She knew the cure was close.
Mixed with the scent o’ stale heat & the vanilla o’ a few scattered dry herbs was a certain tangy & sour aroma. She aimed herself directly toward this.
Then, finally, on the 3rd night, her eyes caught the white twinkling o’ reflected light.
But this was no ordinary peninsula: this was the one made o’ pure, fermented Sherry, imported directly from Cádiz.
She rushed for it & began splashing some in her face & began drinking it. Then, glancing round herself to ensure that the sand cats weren’t spying on her, she pulled out a bottle & began filling it, followed by ‘nother, & then ‘nother.
Thus was the beginning o’ her multibillion-riyal empire.