Sinai Corridor.
The scorching heat waves have twisted the air.
Even though it's already autumn, don't expect to find any hint of coolness in the desert at noon, while in the early morning, it often gets terribly cold.
Chelina sat sideways behind the camel, snapped open the biscuit box with her thumb, took out a chocolate biscuit that was about to melt and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Once we climb over this rocky mountain, we'll reach the White Stone Well I told you about. There's ample water there, enough for you to fill all your vessels and water bags, but the Tur Tribe also knows of it. They live nearby, and I can't promise they'll be willing to join you."
The speaker was a Bedouin guide.
Bedouins, being a loose collection of tribes, are naturally not a unified block. Some have chosen to ride Yasal's chariot, while others have chosen to follow the foreign Franks, most of whom do so because of the local Lord Yasal's misdeeds.
