Girgous followed Aziru and Abdi’aširta through an opening of the Terre pisée. “We will get to Karkamış quickly by using what I have stored in there.” Abdi’aširta pointed to a stone building with a wooden thatched roof that lay inside the protective walls. Many horses were grazing nearby.
“I can’t ride horses,” Girgous said.
“We will attach chariots to the horses, Girgous,” Abdi’aširta explained. “Nasser has two chariots. If we trot the horses, we will arrive with only two long days of travel.”
“I didn’t know you had chariots, Abdi’aširta.”
Aziru stepped in front of his father and took the lead. “Come, see!” he said as he led them into the stone barn.
Aziru’s overzealousness was making him appear foolish. Perhaps he put too much blind faith in a man he just met. His father had spent a lot of time and money to collect these weapons. With one thoughtless moment, Aziru could jeopardize their future. But Abdi’aširta trusted this little man.
Girgous followed Aziru inside the barn.
