Red tiles rained from roofs in the town below the citadel. For a bare instant he lost consciousness.
His col-leagues in immigration were intrigued with what was going on, and undoubtedly wanted their share of his bribe, so they passed the crew through without more than cursory glances at our identification, then zeroed in on the couple. But yesterday evening, at the sight of his rooms, those scruples had vanished.
Suddenly he perceived that he was sure of god.