Chapter 77
Late-January: 3,389 BC
Earth: Mesopotamian Plain
JAMIN
Jamin stared down the hill into the oasis where the Halifian tribe had set up their tents. Compared to what this place would look like in the summer, it was a paradise, but Jamin had visited this same spot when the sun beat down as though it was hell itself. Come summer, the moisture would retreat back into the soil and the skinny date-palm trees would be little more than sticks.
"Wait here," Jamin told his friend Private Katlego.
The boar-like Catoplebas curled up his snout and muttered something underneath his breath about not being good enough to woo the ladies, but it was a good-natured jibe, one given between friends.
Ostensibly this was a layover on their way back from subduing Nineveh, but Jamin wished to find
