Chapter 111
February: 3,389 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
GITA
Gita knew before she even got to the widow-sisters house that the Tribunal could no longer help her. A pool of crimson adorned the threshold. Her hand trembling, she pushed open the door and peered into the dim confines of the house until her eyes made out the outline of a withered shape lying on the floor.
“Zhila!”
She rushed into the room and kneeled next to the old woman’s body. Zhila’s eyes were vacant and her mouth gaped open in a silent scream, as if with her last breath she had shrieked insults at her murderer. Gita pressed her fingers to Zhila’s neck and found nothing. The stench of burnt meat wafted up as Gita touched the gaping hole which had burned a crater into Zhila’s chest.
Gita lifted Zhila’s hand and pressed
