Chapter 143
August - 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
JAMIN
The spears were piled up, the bindings waiting to wrap the warriors' hands. At the edge of the field, he'd set the targets at varying paces, freshly painted with goat's blood to mark the bullseye. These were real weapons. Men's weapons. Not bundles of sticks and strings. It was time to remind his men who was their Muhafiz.
Jamin squinted down at his shadow, and then up at the sun, more than an hour past midday. The instructions he'd given the boy had been quite explicit: find all of the elite warriors and order them to convene here at noon. With Mikhail on his honeymoon, now was his opportunity to seize back control.
A magpie flew overhead, mocking him with its laughing cry. He threw a rock at the bird, impotent to hit a cr
