Chapter Eleven

The cold dry winds embraced Hamani like a long lost lover as he inspected the grounds of the 41st Outpost. His critical eyes missed nothing and flaws in the work of her soldiers welcomed his eyes everywhere he went. Hamani sighed.

He had worked as Commander of the border Outpost for twenty five years now, spending a few weeks in between with his wife and daughters in Karum. Everytime he went home,he always found himself itching to come back to his dear Outpost. He simply loved it so much. It was like a second wife to him and parting from it would be akin to divorce.

After he was done with inspecting the grounds,he headed over to the stables. The moment he stepped into them,the ten junior soldiers responsible for cleaning and taking care of the horses leapt to attention. Hamani walked slowly from stall to stall caressing the animals and searching for mistakes.