Chapter 3
Traveling through the desert heat brought back memories of stumbling along the sand, overheated, dehydrated, injured, and delirious. Nev patted the neck of the horse he rode. At least he wasn’t on foot this time, and he wasn’t alone. Jamal and the three other guards flanked him. A nearly full water skin hung from the saddle next to his knee. He had been given a bisht, a voluminous robe to go over the lightweight calf length tunic he wore. It did provide a measure of protection against the intense sun and the intermittently blowing sand.
As the day wore on, there was a brief stop for food and to rest the horses, then they continued onward, coming to the edge of the city an hour or so after sunset. The military complex was an enormous walled place, as big as a town all on its own
