They made their way down the great dune toward the encampment. The wind was lightly blowing now, kicking sand up and making Kaia squint to try to see. It did not seem to bother Zahir who steadily spurred the stallion onward. The camp seemed rather quiet even though it was only mid afternoon and Kaia only saw a few people milling about around campfires. She could see the slaves off on the far side of the camp, huddled in groups, but she was too far away to see any faces.
A shout sounded in alarm, a sentry stationed on the outer edge of the group had spotted them and Kaia could see his masked face looking in their direction, his arm was outstretched, gesturing towards them. Faces popped up all around him, some looking curious and other alarmed. But it appeared as though Zahir’s great
