“Girgous, I have received word from Abdi’aširta,” Sonia said excitedly. “His son Aziru will meet with you in Baalbek.”
“Is he sending an escort, or should I find a man to travel with?”
“He asked me to show you the way. He really wants to talk to you. He…”
“I am immediately uncomfortable,” Girgous interrupted. “We will not be well protected, a scribe, and a servant woman?”
“We will go as husband and wife, Girgous. Amina suggested this,” Sonia quickly added when she saw his scowl deepen. Amina nodded her head in agreement. “However, we will go dressed as simple Amurru, not as a royal scribe.”
“If we do it that way, it means we’ll have to walk the whole way, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” She smiled. “We will allow a week to travel, so we must leave tomorrow. Amina and I have begun gathering things for the trip. We have brought out Bedouin clothes; a thawb, serwal white trousers, and a keffiyeh for you to wear tomorrow.”
