Hoshor Plains convoco

germanicus watched until nyra was only a flake of white below the cold burn of the autumn sun.

only then did he wheel around and look toward the mesa. 

he did not wish to return.

and yet he would, at once. 

the idea of going back to speak with the egyptian rankled him. 

and yet the shadow resided there.

germanicus began to take a hunting-route back into the lands of akashingo.