The Rule
“When a warning falls from the lips of a prophet, it is not given to be scorned, nor delayed. The Lord’s word is sure as the rising sun, and none can revoke it.”
Aabroo’s hands tightened around the neck of her iktara. She looked down, ashamed of the sudden tears that welled in her eyes.
“But he loves the Lord... I know he does. Perhaps it was only a moment of anger. Perhaps he will yet turn...”
Inayat’s expression softened, and she reached across to gently still Aabroo’s trembling fingers. “Hope for him,” she said, her voice tender, though edged with sorrow. “Pray for him. For the Lord is merciful. But do not blind yourself to the truth, dear child. Love is not in closing one’s eyes, but in