Chapter 8. A God to Egypt

PRESENT

A tired sun casts a pale-orange hue upon the land as we ride on the plains of Mamre, full of dry grasses and stones. The sound of chanting soldiers and hoofs of horses rupture the serenity. I notice the rocks littered here and there, marked with colorful dyes—signs that we are dangerously close to the territory of the Amorites.

“Come on!” Karen groans, “run until your heart gives up...” She pleads with her horse, which keeps slowing down.

Two arrows whistle past me. I look back, and our pursuers seem to have gained speed... Maybe if we get into the forest in front of us, we will stand a chance against the enemy. But in the open, we risk losing the Prince...

A loud thud alerts me. I turn and see clouds of dust rising in the position where Karen and the Prince were. I force my horse to a halt, jumping down with heat waves engulfing my head. I see them tumbl