Stranger in the dark
Mecca allowed all people to visit inside its city. It wasn’t until you had proven that you didn’t belong that you were uninvited.
Mecca had one jail with 2 rooms. It was not encouraged to end up there. And stays were always brief. Court had been once every 30 days. But as the population was growing, Kol was thinking about having to add another day.
Kessa was standing on the wall overlooking the palace. She knew her Bejhar were everywhere. Asher had shared with her sightings of a figure that coincided with the queen mothers visits. As long as this figure didn’t pose a threat to the king, she told her Bejhar to watch.
As she stood there watching the shadow move through the shadows. Thinking it was clever. The thought raced across her mind, ‘as long as it didn’t hurt the king.’ There were so many ways to hurt him. If what she thought was happening; really was happening, the person was of extreme importance. Not only for his sake but for Mecca’s sake. All it would take would be one grain of sand to disrupt the balance of power. A love child. The wrong lover. These could have devastating consequences. Especially since Mecca was in a time of growth and prosperity.
The shadow moved from the palace toward the bell tower. Soon another shadow moved in the same direction.
Kessa moved through the night, following the shadows.
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