"He just lost his father and got handed far more power than he knows how to handle," Varshab reminded her. "And he's a hothead and he wants revenge. We must encourage him to choose a sensible method of winning … not a reckless one."
Pareesa fell silent, listening to the sound of the chanting warriors. She was suddenly painfully aware of the fact she'd sprouted a pair of breasts. What could she do? A girl? Amongst a tribe who viewed women as little more than brood goats? She wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders to keep the offending body parts out of view. To respect her, the other villages needed to think of her as a man.
"What would be sensible in this situation?" Pareesa asked.
"The Amorite stronghold lies far beyond the western desert," Varshab said, "beyond the banks of th
