Micha woke and his head throbbed. He tried to get up but an ache that went from dull to sharp spiked his head. He groaned and looked around the tent. Eli sat close by, reading some papyrus.
Eli put his reading down, and leaned over, grabbing a jug and then a cup. “Here, drink this,” Eli said.
Pressed near his lips was the cup. It smelled of cardamom. Micha sipped the hot liquid, a little at first but then quickly finished it.
“More?”
Micha nodded his head, watched Eli pour more tea and after Eli gave him another, he drank some more. As he finished the second cup, his head reeled. There was something in the tea that packed a punch.
“Don’t worry. It’s to help you with the pain. By the way, I’ve checked the tablet you completed and the two papyrus scrolls and will send them back to Avari
