Chapter 45
Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction,
happy is the one who repays you
according to what you have done to us.
Happy is the one who seizes your infants
and dashes them against the rocks.
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—Psalm 137:8-9
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GITA
The scent of anise-oil, cedar wood and parsley filled her nostrils.
"Go away, Shahla!"
Even before she opened her eyes, Gita knew she'd be staring at the ghost. Shahla waved, her expression frantic.
"What?"
Many voices echoed in the dark. Were they tracking her? Yes. Why else would they be chasing her through the night! Somebody must have described her to Tizqar, who recognized her description!
She grabbed her sword and scrambled backwards.
Breathe deeply. Picture you're a rock.
The torches grew closer, illuminating the thin, silver blanket she'd found i
