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| 7 | 193 | Ibn Saran, scimitar poised, View more quotes about smiled">smiled. |
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| 7 | 190 | He who first makes contact, let him cry out, and the others, then, must converge on that spot, cutting, as it were, the very air into pieces". |
| 7 | 191 | One of the men looked at him. |
| 7 | 192 | "There is nothing here," he whispered. |
| 7 | 193 | Ibn Saran, scimitar poised, smiled. |
| 7 | 194 | "It is here," he said. |
| 7 | 195 | "It is here". |
| 7 | 196 | Then suddenly he cried, "Ho!" and leapt forward, the blade, in rapid, diagonal figure-eight strokes, backhand upswept, shallowly curved, blade turning, forehand descending, shallowly curved, tracing its razor pattern. |