Chapter 118
July – 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
NINSIANNA
Ninsianna drew her bowstring and pulled it back to her cheek. In the road which ran between the houses, dark shapes, a formless mass of arms and spears, clashed in the shadows, only marginally lit by the moon.
"Who should I shoot?" her friend, Yadidatum shouted.
"Aim at the enemy," Ninsianna said.
"I can't see them," Yadidatum said. "How can I tell friend from foe?"
Ninsianna tracked the movement with the tip of her arrow, focusing her unreliable gift to see with something besides her mortal eyes. Was that a Halifian robe? An Amorite? Some other tribe? She jerked the arrow, ready to release the bowstring. No! That was the Chief, his shawl-cape askew as the enemy cut him off from his protector, Varshab, not a colorful ro
