Chapter 82
February: 3,389 BC
Earth: Mesopotamian Plain
MIKHAIL
He glided above the fertile fields searching for her, the ear-grasses grown high and the lush orchards of úlla and piorraí grown heavy with fruit. He fluttered down to the ground next to an elderly lizard-man bent over a lattice filled with curcurbit vines.
"Are you looking for your beartaithe, little master?" the old lizard asked.
"Have you seen her?" Mikhail asked.
The lizard-man laughed.
"You know the rules," the lizard man said. "The Abmáthair will banish me to shovel out the animal pens if I help you cheat. If you want to find her, you will have to find her on your own."
Mikhail trudged through the orchard, remembering the lessons his seanmháthair had taught him about how to find Amhrán no matter how well she hid
