Chapter 15
Benayeem stood with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed, listening. He knew that if he opened his eyes, he would see the dancing. Now, however, he was listening to what was underneath the music—the peculiar and specific song of the Hadem, the harmonized life song of the Dancers. Ben knew they stayed in their village to protect the song, themselves, and their dance from the Desert King, but he couldn't help wondering what would happen if everyone could hear them.
The song was long and intricate. It unfolded in myriad directions. Ben heard driving beats, inner drummers who mirrored the actual drummers who sat and played for the dancers. He heard long, clear tones and melodies that dipped and rose. Staccato beats. A driving bass line like the depths of the ocean. He sto
