Chapter Thirteen
Sixwar hurried along the trail to catch up with Cateri. He said something to her.
She shifted her wooden bucket to the other hand and reached for his. “Yes, I would be glad for the company.”
“These people are going to that mountain to save their friends?” he asked.
They spoke in their native Turkic Oghuz language.
“Yes. They, too, came from the sky.”
“How is this possible?”
“This I cannot understand. Sarge and his soldiers fell from the sky just on the day that I met them. There was a battle, and they joined Hannibal’s army, defeating the others.”
“You love this stranger, Sarge?”
“Yes, I do. At first I did not like him because he tried to take a large box from my wagon. I did not understand, but the box belonged to him. Later, I learned he was a good man. He purch
