That night the House of Bouden was filled with music. Fire eaters and tumblers performed in the gardens while great racks of sheep and…
The walls of the House of Bouden had withstood the trials of years. Wind. Rain. Fire. Riot. All had left their marks upon the blocks of…
The magistrate peered at Sabit and Rayshabu from beneath his bushy, dark eyebrows. The two fugitive women pulled their hoods closer…
In the marketplace, Sabit and Rayshabu traded the shelter of their wagon for the concealment of hooded robes. As Verdandi haggled with a…
Squeezed between amphorae of wine and buried under piles of straw, Sabit made her way back into the city of Bahteel. Crammed next to…
“Rayshabu! Don’t do this,” Saibit said between chattering teeth as she knelt before the flesh merchant.
“One rebellious slave does not spoil the lot, your grace,” said Heguir, head lowered before the plump older man. The…
“You must beat her within an finger width of her life,” Heguir said, handing a switch of rattan to Qaansoole. “You have…
Sabit found the house of Rayshabu’s father easily enough. Even though she did not recall the steps, it was the grandest, most…
“My dear friend,” Allamu said, “how I have missed you!”