Archive for November, 2019

  1. The thirty-ninth day of the crossing – the hawk’s flight

    That was the day before last of the crossing. I had been up since very early. The sky displayed a rose hue, typical of when the sun is yet to reach the line of the horizon. I walked with the caravanner to a site away from camp. He told me that this was going to […]

  2. The thirty-eighth day of the crossing – the mutiny

    As any devoted apprentice, I was already waiting for the caravanner, when he arrived with his hawk for the morning training. It was quite early, camp was still waking up. Having been invited to learn the art of falconry was very exciting to me. However, I had to honor that invitation; for two days now […]