Lion Head Mesa زهرة مكدمة

Jawahir moved in so close and so fast, Nazli at once thought the meshkhenet meant to strike her; she had never been harmed in such a way as she was an obedient girl, yet now the violence sparked in her mind, and she flinched and grew tense.

They spoke, clearly, of things that fellahin were meant for. Things she would have to come to terms with, perhaps sooner than later. One day Sayf would call upon her for such training - or perhaps someone else, she would not know truly what to expect from her orders from now on - and Nazli would have to learn.

I won't tell, she muttered in the quiet way of a child, as she suddenly felt very insignificant in the same way.