Chapter 8At the crest of the dunes, Nyles looked down at the desert camp of King Kasim. The sight almost took his breath away. What he’d thought were flagpoles were the masts of a desert ship. Nyles knew Kasim had one, but never expected to see it. The vessel was as big as a schooner. But that was only part of what he saw.
He’d expected several tents, but nothing like this. This could only be the camp of a king. The tents were sumptuous on the outside, blazing with colour, as well as large. Nyles imagined them to be spacious and airy inside. There were so many other tents of varying sizes, and people milling around, it was almost like looking at a small village.
“Amazing.”
There was no surprise that Kasim’s tent stood out from the rest. In shades of blue and gold, it was easily the larg
