The playground was emptying fast, but the screech of voices still drifted in through the window Rashida drew a deep breath then dragged the mirror out onto her lap. She didn't have long to wait. It lay for a moment, dull and opaque in the shadow, Totally lifeless. Then it began to change. Rashida watched in fascination as her image grew fuzzy and broke up. Her hand trembled slightly and prickles of fear ran down her spine. It was too late to stop now, impossible to look away. From far off, she heard someone scream and felt the cold stone of a wall scraping across her back. The girl squeezed closer to the wall Her legs were tired from standing for so long and her head throbbed. She looked ahead again. The judges sat circling her father, serious, grim-faced Her father, who was so brave he hunted among the crocodiles and didn't flinch if a snake crossed his path The questions started again. "Why were you by the tomb that night?" "I wasn't "Ani's voice broke. For a moment, the girl thought he was going to fall down. But he recovered himself. "I was praying late in the temple, then went home. The head of the mediay police held up an object "This is an amulet inscribed with the names of one person, The painter, Ani, son of Kai Do you recognise Ani put his hand to his neck, and frowned. "It's