Foreing

On its way to Thebes, as the caravan made its way through the desert, one of the caravan's watchmen approached the old man, holding his coal-black eyes over Rafiel.

"Traveler," he called, and the watcher began to speak again as the old man looked at the dark eyes hovering over him.

"The commander is calling you," the old man replied to this command with a positive nod, advanced without speaking, behind the scout.

The man, who was obviously a good warrior, smiled greeted the guest who was advancing towards the front of the caravan.

"Hi traveler, we need to rest, the caravan will stop soon, we have a two-day road to Thebes, we will stay here tonight. I will bring you to Thebes as I promised, I just wonder, where did you learn so many stories about my ancestors?"

He smiled, old man.

He replied succinctly, saying "from my ancestors." Once the caravan stopped, everyone started to hustle and bustle, and the caravan knew how cold the nights were in this desolate desert where they would spend the night.

Commander Morigal was still weighing the old man's mysterious answer in his head when one of the scouts approached and informed the commander that their accommodation was ready.

Turning to the man sitting as if he was never beside him

"Wise old man, I realize you don't like to talk too much, but I can't beat it in my curiosity," he continued to speak, and handed the bread and a few fruits to the old man.

He left the food he held in front of the old man, saying, "Take them, maybe the food may not be enough until you go."

"After my ancestors were exiled to Egypt, they started to work in the temple of Amonra, when these foreigners attracted the attention of the king of that time who came to visit the temple, they were called to the palace after the construction of the temple was finished, and they started to stay in the palace as soldiers in return for money, day after day, they settled in these foreign lands. They are used to these places, if the men in the family are soldiers and women, they are dealing with food. My destiny was drawn back then and now we are serving Amonkahe. We are not Egyptian as you can imagine. "

"I know," the commander, who was sitting cross-legged, looking at the old man with more curious eyes, did not speak, and quietly waited for the speech of the old man.

"Son, at first glance it is clear that you are not Egyptian, you are also a Sumerian like me, aren't you?"

Commander stunned by this question

He got a little closer to the old man, succumbing to his curiosity, "Are you exiled too?"

He smiled, saying "I am not exiled, son, I am just a traveler, I am a healer, this profession is like my ancestor profession, just like yours."

"Is he a healer?" he smiled at the stunned man, old man

"Yes, a healer, corn is perhaps the last stop to learn new things for me, I was last here twenty years ago. I left a wife and a child here, if they are still waiting," he said absently, digging the litter into the sand.

The commander was stunned by what he heard from the old man, and a little too curious.

"Why did you leave your wife and child in these desolate lands, old man? You know, these are not safe places."

The old man stared at the commander as if he woke up from a deep sleep.

"The cycle of fate and fortune, boy, everybody lives whatever falls to their share in this world"

The commander looked at this mysterious stranger with admiration.

He said, "If you want, we can go to the palace, let me arrange a place to stay there for you, and we will investigate your wife and child." This was even surprised by what he said.

"Son, it's late, let's sleep, morning is good."

After confirming the old man with a head sign, the commander went away to identify the soldiers to keep the night watch.