|
of war. Agrabah was a comfortable
city that served its people well. Once, it had been an incredibly busy
trading city along the profitable Myrrh Road, but the valley to the
north had not seen rain in many years and the city there had vanished
into the encroaching desert, taking the Myrrh Road with it. Agrabah's
charm along the Myrrh Road had been its powerful spring that fed their
agriculture and kept them alive. Smaller now, poorer in riches but
richer in spirit, Agrabah had become one of the most beautiful and self-
sufficient sultanates in all of Allah's lands, but it possessed little
that would lead another warlord against it.
Saki's hands were freezing as Saki Aibu leaned against the painted stone
railing. Saki Aibu decided to go inside, closing the ornate door behind her
and crossing the cold tiles to the fireplace, stoking it up to great
warmth. Behind Saki's Saki Aibu heard a soft shuffle as someone pushed aside one
of the heavy winter tapestries that held warmth in Saki's room from fleeing
to the rest of the chilly palace. A low rumble told Saki's who her
companion was,
|
