She Who Has No Name (The Legacy Trilogy) - Plot & Excerpts
After half the day had passed, a tower became visible, rising from amidst the sands and, as they crested the final dune, they found a walled settlement built around a tiny sprig of green oasis. White-stoned walls surrounded the tiny town and the dunes had blown up against them on one side, forming a ramp against the lip of the wall. Scores of dark-skinned workers were in the midst of clearing the sand away with scoops. Laboriously, they filled the woven baskets that had been affixed to the sides of sitting camels; each waiting idly and chewing with their great, bucked teeth. Inside the walls, small clusters of trees and neatly pruned shrubs struck out vibrantly from the bland surrounds. Several domed towers overlooked the sands. Most obvious of all, the place was saturated with the scent of Paatin magic. Paatin wizards, dressed in all the numerous ways of the desert people, sat about in the shade. They sheltered from the heat of the day, fanning themselves as they watched the strangers shamble along the boiling street. There were dozens of them sitting in clusters, smoking from chambered, multi-piped implements. Some played or gambled with wooden pellets that they slapped down loudly upon their tables. There must have been several hundred of them just sitting around, and who knows how many inside the buildings. Most surprising of all was the number of women. They sat beside the menfolk, dressed modestly, quite unlike their promiscuous city-dwelling sisters. Samuel was shocked, for they had the nerve to sit in full view, unashamed of the shimmering fields of magic that surrounded them. As each one that gawked at him, he stared back in utter amazement. If only the Lords of the Order could have seen—they would have had fits!
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