General Rami

The man clapped Rastaban on the shoulder. “He’ll make a good soldier. Come along, boy. What’s your name?”

“Rastaban.”

“I am General Rami. You shall be my son.”

“Sir, you already have a son.”

“And my wife has given me no others.”

“You could have more than one wife, sir.”

“I will take this boy. He is strong.” General Rami rose up. Rastaban saw he had a sword gleaming at his hip. “Round up the men. Our time here is done.”

The soldiers nodded and hurried to do his bidding. To Rastaban, General Rami said.

“You shall ride with me.”