When morning came, Murad entered Arsalan's tent. "General."
"Shhh... what is it?" Arsalan raised a finger, warning him to speak softly. A cat was snoring on the mat next to him. Murad knitted his brows in confusion. What was Arsalan up to at that hour, guarding the hostage while she slept? The General stretched his limbs as he went forth to meet Murad outside.
"It is done. The men won't be harassing the women for now."
"And the little girl?"
"The fever has not broken yet. She won't make it far by foot. You know Labin's temper. He will kill her if she's with the others."
"Then keep her by your side till she's better."
"And that one? What are you going to do with her?" Murad stretched his neck toward the woman on the mat.
"She's that journalist who met up with the weasel. Pfft! I'm to
