Chapter 40
It does not matter how slowly you go
So long as you do not stop.
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—Confucius
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GITA
Gita ducked down to avoid a band of warriors. It was no longer safe here. The Akshak chief had increased the number of patrols. Looking both ways to make sure the path was now clear, she darted from away from the safety of the date-palm grove until she reached a dry, shallow streambed which headed west. Two more times she had to hide. Gradually the smoke from the Akshak bonfires became little more than an ominous grey pillar on the horizon.
The sun glared mercilessly down upon her skin. Oh! How she missed her Kemet robe! But she didn't have enough trade goods to buy another.
As the sun dipped toward the horizon, she crouched down behind some rocks to bed down for the night, arranging he
