Chapter 14A persistent shard of light streaming in through a crack in his tent flaps roused Nyles from sleep. He sat up, rubbing his eyes before stretching, then pulling on loose robes. After padding across the carpet, Nyles peered outside, in need of some fresh water for washing.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man running, and hoped it was one of Kasim’s servants. However, a minute later, Mirza came striding between the tents. He spotted Nyles and waved before coming to him.
Nyles stifled a groan. He didn’t want to offend Mirza, but more importantly, he didn’t want to offend Kasim. He wondered what Mirza could possibly want with him. He’d seen first-hand the barely veiled dislike between uncle and nephew and between Mirza and Haidar, too. Nyles was well-versed in such theatrical
