It was all that detestable djinn's doing. For Rasa Ulliovna, fierce third daughter of a tribal chieftan, being stolen away by a genie to be the bride of Aman Akbar, lord of the far-off land of Kharristan, was hardly a fate worse than death. Rasa could almost forgive her new husband's long and mysterious absences when she felt his sweet touch and looked into his deep, dark eyes . . .