Nightfall betides, and the first quarter moon lounges on a throne of stars.
And it is the most exquisite thing I have ever seen. The dark celestial sky blends with the Night Desert. There is no boundary or mark to discern one from the other. Both a sparkling imitation of each other. The glimmering black sands are a perfect reflection of the heavens.
Kelan rallies the convoy to converge and make an encampment for the night. Then recommence the journey at first light. Kelan and I dismount and I make my way to Reinsbure. His hand rubs down the Arabian's neck, its tail swishing in delight.
"Reinsbure. Thank you for being a good custodian, but I think it's time to return my bow and quiver to my custody."
He continues to massage the horse. "It is well, Hera. I can bear it."
"I don't doubt that but—"
I bristle. A deep hum thrums out across the dunes, echoing through me. Alarm electrifying my senses.
