Kigal awoke outside of Kutha to the clatter of a cart as it came to a halt, a body inside it. After a start, she squinted at it. No, not it, them. Three bodies in total lay in the cart, all fresh and covered in angry pustules. Already vultures began to circle overhead, hungry for breakfast. She rubbed her eyes and checked the position of the sun. It’d been three days since she’d buried the elderly man with Gamil-An’s help, and since then she’d been scouting for unburied bodies and interring them with as much ceremony as she could give. If a sickness was beginning to sweep through the town, she would certainly be kept busy.
themAs she rose, the man bearing the cart let out a yelp and threw a curse of the demoness Lamashtu her way.
“I was sleeping,” she said. She got to her feet and beat t
