Hevne looked around her, though her mind remained with Jibrith all those years ago. She watched as her men silently set up camp then she scoured the distance for any signs of life.
Jibrith had sat her down and knelt beside her. They were inside the high shrine of Enkarra, high above bustling Kamkarra. On the stone walls flaming torches cast a flickering light and coloured the ceiling black with smoke. Their occasional crackling sounded like soft percussions in the cool of the holy air. Jibrith talked in barely a whisper, but in this sacred place his words resounded clearly.