General Rami’s camp was far, far away from the village. Twice Rastaban fell asleep to the rhythmic pounding of hooves, and twice when he awoke the horses were still running. The third time he opened his eyes, he could see, in the distance, the glow of campfires, a cluster of tents and people moving.
A cheer rose up when General Rami called out, and soon they were riding into the middle of the camp. Men and women clustered on all sides to cheer for the general, to share in the spoils the soldiers had brought back.
Rastaban wanted some food.
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