Stewart quotes the Persian poet Rumi who was born in contemporary Afghanistan.
The other night, quite by chance, I came across some lines in Rumi, the 13th-century poet—a Sufi mystic from Persia.
The Rumi were assaulting and were at close grips with the ring of defending Terrans.
There's a bunch of blasted Rumi trying to force their way into town.
There was nothing to do but obey but he delayed long enough to empty his automatic in the general direction of the fleeing Rumi.
Several Narakans were down but most of them had taken Rumi with them.
They were closer to the struggle now, closer to the tightly packed Rumi and the hand to hand struggle about the Sun Maid.
They met the Rumi charge with a withering hail of lead and fire.
The Rumi, trapped, turned and dashed at Terrence and his men.
The poem was derived from a writing of Jalalu'd dinu'r Rumi, and told this story.