Chapter 96
November – 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
Gita
Gita thought for sure the flood-tide had finally come which would someday tumble their mud-brick house off the precipice where the Hiddekel River had undercut the steep embankment. Only the most foolish or desperate lived in this outer ring which teetered at the brink of collapse. Not even the Chief's money, spent to shore up their outer wall after the last raid, could prevent this house from being taken by the river.
Her exhaustion cleared. Somebody pounded at the door. Had she overslept? Oh … it was rest day. Just what she needed. To have no excuse to escape her father.
She turned carefully to face the pounding so as not to roll off the fragile raised sleeping platform she had built for herself in the eves after the settli
