Chapter 51. Sorrows and Prayers

THE NEXT MORNING

The loud sound from blaring horns yanks me out of my slumber! I grunt, folding my face as if it would suppress the sharp headache that follows. In all honesty, I didn’t think I would dose off on the King’s porch while dwelling on Zebedee’s report. But it happened. Perhaps the wine I drowned myself in played a huge part. Surely, I am not someone who fancies drinking, but my head would not just be at peace.

I glance around and see myself covered in numerous scrolls, which I had obtained from the palace library last night when attempting to research the unsettling topic. Now, it makes sense to me why Razal was always studying. If I had known, I would have let him teach me how to.

It is not as if I am now fully skilled in the ways of Nabu. I only seek drawings or recognizable signs that would give me a hint of what steps to take in order to preserve my people. Although I have still not had sufficien