“Follow the falcon and he’ll lead you to the fountain,” Amahris whispered to herself.
But the falcon swooped down, darting into the dark towering trees that touched the clouds on the horizon. Amahris stopped. She dropped her pack and sank to her knees, feeling the weight of weariness and days with little water, less food, and no sleep pulling at every fibre of her body. She couldn’t follow the bird into that forest, she’d be lucky to make to its edge. But she had to. Sahja was counting on her.
“Follow the falcon and he’ll lead you to the fountain.”
