Chapter 18
The Karee camp was not quite as shocking as the Hadem village had been, perhaps because Isika had known Abbas for a while now, and it seemed like exactly the kind of place that would have made someone like him.
They came upon it suddenly, rounding past a formation of red stone to find a mile of white decorated tents unlike any Isika had ever seen. They were graceful and airy, with wings like birds and wide doors. A cluster of larger tents in the center of the camp trailed gold ribbons.
Abbas inclined his head toward the largest tent. “My father’s,” he said. “That’s where we’re going. But first we have to make it through the camp entrance.”
Matters were complicated by the fact that the cats refused to stay outside the camp.
At the doors they were met by four guards who were
