Chapter 7
Ancient Egypt
Eli sensed something was wrong. He opened his eyes, acknowledged Micha still lay in the tent, his legs intertwined with his. He heard one of the horses whinny and then the smell hit him.
Marauders!
These were robbers. His nose alerted him that these men had been on the road. Drenched with sweat, they lacked the perfumed scent of any honorable Egyptian traveler who clung to bathing rituals. If they had respectful intentions they would have taken advantage of the water in the oasis and bathed.
The desert breeze wafted their smell again. He slowly moved Micha’s legs, then scanned the tent and swore under his breath. His ax and sword were on the other side of the tent. He knew his moves could be detected if he moved like a human. He had no choice.
In a blur, he g
