Chapter 125
July – 3,390 BC
Earth: Crashed ship
MIKHAIL
He circled the valley, taking note of any sign that their enemies had tried to breach his ship, but the People of the Desert had left his ship alone ever since the last time he'd tangled with them, the day before he'd met Gimal in the desert. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it depended on whether he looked at it from a perspective of concealment, or eventual escape, the ship remained half-buried.
Fluttering to the ground, he checked the booby traps he'd set out to make sure nobody went into his ship; not just the Halifians, but curious Ubaid. He'd taken to checking his ship weekly, more to mark his territory than any hope that the piddling repairs he made would ever get it flying again. A journey that had taken two days on foot to
