On another land, under the sweltering sun, two horses rode. Their silvery white fur shone like diamonds as they ran across the sand. On one, two men rode and on the other, a woman controlled the reins.
"Say again, why the hell am I boiling over here?" Sweat flowed down Nibur's thick brown beard and to his iron rings.
"Because the king has ordered it," Dalyor said. His face was stone-like.
"A lady should not walk under the sun," Chaenath complained while she fanned with her hands.
"A woman with nothing on the chest is not a woman," Nibur gave out a shout.
Chaenath took her bow. "Say that with an arrow in your head," she aimed at Nibur.
"It was a joke. Don't you people know what jokes are?" Nibur covered his face.
"Keep quiet or I will push you down from the horse," Dalyor said.
Nibur looked around and saw dunes all across. Far away to his left and right, he thought he saw blue waves.