Chapter 2
David awoke the next morning to the smell of something delicious. He blinked open his eyes wearily, not remembering where he was at first. He took in his surroundings, and then recalled the events from the previous night. The sphinx was not at his side, but he was still tied up. He craned his neck to look over at the camp. Everyone was having breakfast. There was a large pot cooking over the bonfire, brewing a thick hearty stew. Baskets of fruit and bread were placed near the fire pit, and a jug of milk was being passed around from person to person.
Each nomad took his or her fair share of food: half a loaf of bread, one or two choices of fruit, and a decent sized bowl of stew. What was peculiar was that the sphinx was the one serving the stew with a wooden ladle in her paw.
