Summer 1868 – Between the Sky and the Sand


Pahye bowed. He said, “We did not fall. They did not turn back. We covered the distance with their blood and they with ours. The sun set on black sands and rose upon armies reborn. For three days it was thus. On the fourth dawn we left our arrows in their quivers and our knives in their sheathes. The Horde advanced until we stood toe to claw and then they sat down. For three days we, and they, waited.”