“I’ve not seen him for several days now…maybe he’s in another part of the fortress…” Harshiri observed the lady who stood in front of her. She carefully tried to avoid her stare, while staring at her own feet.
“Hope there’s no problem?” Harshiri asked as she watched several women in her age-group walk past with baskets full of corn atop their heads. Supporting the basket of corn on her head with her left hand, she held the chin of the plump woman with her right hand and asked her what it was she was hiding. Nahre, feeling the strain on her lower jaw, decided to spill it out, as she knew what Harshiri was capable of doing to any woman who engaged her in a fight.
“I’ll talk, just leave my jaw, I promise to talk…” Harshiri released her grip and watched her suspiciously.
“I think the warrio
