The pearl was large and perfect in form; its light was reflected like a magic

glow. Honer's tongue was tied at the sight of it, for he had seen many beautiful pearls, but never the like of this one...

The fever of greed seized him — if only he

could possess it. A hundred thousand riyals would be little for it; it was worth more than a hundred thousand riyals...

It went through his head to ask: "Where did you get it?!" But he shrewdly pressed his lips together and did not [...]