Chapter 135
July 31st – 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
Colonel Mikhail Mannuki’ili
MIKHAIL
He fluttered to the ground and set down the heavy rucksack. The door opened before he had a chance to knock. A pair of ancient eyes, nearly blind from cataracts, peered out from the cheerful hearth-light.
"Come in!" Zhila said.
"Yes, do," her sister, Yalda, called from somewhere deep inside the house.
"Thank you, Ma'am," he said. "I appreciate your letting me spend the night."
He carried the rucksack inside their house and set the uniform he'd spent half the day ironing–without the benefit of electricity–onto a work-table so it wouldn't get wrinkled.
A heavenly scent assailed his nostrils.
"Is that bread?" he asked hopefully.
"And roasted lamb," Yalda called out from the beehive heart
