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Hasani nodded along to Saro's words, appreciating that the man was so eloquent and willing to wander the sands with the tribe. It would be a good experience for Saro, Hasani was sure. Especially because the tribe could be hospitable and accepting once someone had been with them a while and had proved their medel. Hasani had no doubt that Saro would be able to pull it off. No doubt whatsoever. He seemed strapping and capable, and that was promising in and of itself.
"You need not pay. The tribes do not deal with gems or coins. We have no use for such riches or wealth. We trade things for what we need and only what we and our camels and convoys can carry. You may pay us back when you finally step foot into Egypt with a camel or a goat. There is a pesky goat in this camp who my wife and I are ready to have slaughtered for the sheer fact that it is wildly annoying and would make a better meal than a traveling companion," Hasani said candidly, humor in his voice.
"The goat is like that one person who never stops talking. Except is screams at the most inopportune times. And not the bleating of a goat, an actual scream. Like it is being murdered every single moment of its life," he continued, his smile growing more as he continued to speak of the infuriating creature.
When the conversation shifted to that of language and his wife, Hasani gave another nod, glancing up as slaves started to enter the tent. They all carried what appeared to be knives. One man stopped at Hasani's back, looking at the leier expectantly. Hasani only nodded his permission and the slave started to drag the blade against his skin, continuing the normal bathing practices of the tribe. To scrape away the sweat and dead skin and leave the person cleaner than they were when they had entered into the tent. "My wife is friendly. I cannot deny that fact. I am simply glad that she found me before the two of you confused one another more and you ended up without a tent to sleep in," he chuckled deeply, his arms crossed over his chest. He bent forward a little so that the slave could continue to scrape at his skin.
Hunting was a topic that Hasani obviously enjoyed and he glanced to Mwenye as they continued to hold a conversation. He hadn't realized the man to be in the tent and lifted an eyebrow at the revered prophet. "Yes. The last few decades have brought a sort of... coming of age tradition to the Zaire. Our hunters are considered accomplished when they kill their first lion. Do not expect to do so easily. It is much harder than you would expect. Humans and lions are both patient hunters," he murmured, and then motioned to Mwenye.
"Mwenye here has offered to take your letter to Egypt. He is one fo the few in the tribe who is able to move across the desert swiftly and without finding his death in the heat of the sands. He is experienced in doing so. Do you wish to take other riders with you, Mwenye?" he asked in Coptic so that he could draw the other man into the conversation. There was no use in leaving him out since Mwenye could actually speak the language he and Saro were talking in.
"My only ask is that you leave to return to the tribe after only a few days in Egypt. I cannot lose my favorite prophet and friend to the Egyptians. Especially not when they seem to have been rumbling with talks of war within the last few visits," the leier instructed his friend, lifting a critical eyebrow to drive his point home. There would be no lingering. Mwenye was a valued and important member of the tribe and his presence would be sorely missed if he were gone too long.
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Hasani nodded along to Saro's words, appreciating that the man was so eloquent and willing to wander the sands with the tribe. It would be a good experience for Saro, Hasani was sure. Especially because the tribe could be hospitable and accepting once someone had been with them a while and had proved their medel. Hasani had no doubt that Saro would be able to pull it off. No doubt whatsoever. He seemed strapping and capable, and that was promising in and of itself.
"You need not pay. The tribes do not deal with gems or coins. We have no use for such riches or wealth. We trade things for what we need and only what we and our camels and convoys can carry. You may pay us back when you finally step foot into Egypt with a camel or a goat. There is a pesky goat in this camp who my wife and I are ready to have slaughtered for the sheer fact that it is wildly annoying and would make a better meal than a traveling companion," Hasani said candidly, humor in his voice.
"The goat is like that one person who never stops talking. Except is screams at the most inopportune times. And not the bleating of a goat, an actual scream. Like it is being murdered every single moment of its life," he continued, his smile growing more as he continued to speak of the infuriating creature.
When the conversation shifted to that of language and his wife, Hasani gave another nod, glancing up as slaves started to enter the tent. They all carried what appeared to be knives. One man stopped at Hasani's back, looking at the leier expectantly. Hasani only nodded his permission and the slave started to drag the blade against his skin, continuing the normal bathing practices of the tribe. To scrape away the sweat and dead skin and leave the person cleaner than they were when they had entered into the tent. "My wife is friendly. I cannot deny that fact. I am simply glad that she found me before the two of you confused one another more and you ended up without a tent to sleep in," he chuckled deeply, his arms crossed over his chest. He bent forward a little so that the slave could continue to scrape at his skin.
Hunting was a topic that Hasani obviously enjoyed and he glanced to Mwenye as they continued to hold a conversation. He hadn't realized the man to be in the tent and lifted an eyebrow at the revered prophet. "Yes. The last few decades have brought a sort of... coming of age tradition to the Zaire. Our hunters are considered accomplished when they kill their first lion. Do not expect to do so easily. It is much harder than you would expect. Humans and lions are both patient hunters," he murmured, and then motioned to Mwenye.
"Mwenye here has offered to take your letter to Egypt. He is one fo the few in the tribe who is able to move across the desert swiftly and without finding his death in the heat of the sands. He is experienced in doing so. Do you wish to take other riders with you, Mwenye?" he asked in Coptic so that he could draw the other man into the conversation. There was no use in leaving him out since Mwenye could actually speak the language he and Saro were talking in.
"My only ask is that you leave to return to the tribe after only a few days in Egypt. I cannot lose my favorite prophet and friend to the Egyptians. Especially not when they seem to have been rumbling with talks of war within the last few visits," the leier instructed his friend, lifting a critical eyebrow to drive his point home. There would be no lingering. Mwenye was a valued and important member of the tribe and his presence would be sorely missed if he were gone too long.
Hasani nodded along to Saro's words, appreciating that the man was so eloquent and willing to wander the sands with the tribe. It would be a good experience for Saro, Hasani was sure. Especially because the tribe could be hospitable and accepting once someone had been with them a while and had proved their medel. Hasani had no doubt that Saro would be able to pull it off. No doubt whatsoever. He seemed strapping and capable, and that was promising in and of itself.
"You need not pay. The tribes do not deal with gems or coins. We have no use for such riches or wealth. We trade things for what we need and only what we and our camels and convoys can carry. You may pay us back when you finally step foot into Egypt with a camel or a goat. There is a pesky goat in this camp who my wife and I are ready to have slaughtered for the sheer fact that it is wildly annoying and would make a better meal than a traveling companion," Hasani said candidly, humor in his voice.
"The goat is like that one person who never stops talking. Except is screams at the most inopportune times. And not the bleating of a goat, an actual scream. Like it is being murdered every single moment of its life," he continued, his smile growing more as he continued to speak of the infuriating creature.
When the conversation shifted to that of language and his wife, Hasani gave another nod, glancing up as slaves started to enter the tent. They all carried what appeared to be knives. One man stopped at Hasani's back, looking at the leier expectantly. Hasani only nodded his permission and the slave started to drag the blade against his skin, continuing the normal bathing practices of the tribe. To scrape away the sweat and dead skin and leave the person cleaner than they were when they had entered into the tent. "My wife is friendly. I cannot deny that fact. I am simply glad that she found me before the two of you confused one another more and you ended up without a tent to sleep in," he chuckled deeply, his arms crossed over his chest. He bent forward a little so that the slave could continue to scrape at his skin.
Hunting was a topic that Hasani obviously enjoyed and he glanced to Mwenye as they continued to hold a conversation. He hadn't realized the man to be in the tent and lifted an eyebrow at the revered prophet. "Yes. The last few decades have brought a sort of... coming of age tradition to the Zaire. Our hunters are considered accomplished when they kill their first lion. Do not expect to do so easily. It is much harder than you would expect. Humans and lions are both patient hunters," he murmured, and then motioned to Mwenye.
"Mwenye here has offered to take your letter to Egypt. He is one fo the few in the tribe who is able to move across the desert swiftly and without finding his death in the heat of the sands. He is experienced in doing so. Do you wish to take other riders with you, Mwenye?" he asked in Coptic so that he could draw the other man into the conversation. There was no use in leaving him out since Mwenye could actually speak the language he and Saro were talking in.
"My only ask is that you leave to return to the tribe after only a few days in Egypt. I cannot lose my favorite prophet and friend to the Egyptians. Especially not when they seem to have been rumbling with talks of war within the last few visits," the leier instructed his friend, lifting a critical eyebrow to drive his point home. There would be no lingering. Mwenye was a valued and important member of the tribe and his presence would be sorely missed if he were gone too long.
Saro laughed as Hasani spoke of the annoying goat that he and Tanishe disliked. He couldn’t deny that he was excited to see the life that the Bedoans led, even if it wasn’t the life he wanted forever. He knew that he would be happy to get back on a boat, feel the wood beneath his feet, and feel the cold sea breeze against his skin. The smell of salt water was the smell of home for Saro, and no matter how much he enjoyed himself in one particular place, he knew that he would never truly stay. His mind wandered back to his recent time in Egypt, and the woman there he had met, Nia. All his promises of true love and staying with her, he had meant in the moment, but the sea was more his mistress than any real person would ever be, and so those promises had been broken as Saro had sailed off into the night.
“When we do make it to Egypt, I promise payment of at least two camels. Perhaps even a less bothersome goat.” He said with a little grin, though he meant the promise of the camels. He had never purchased an animal before, and therefore had no idea their worth, to the Egyptians or the Bedoans, but money wasn’t really an issue. Saro blew threw his gold almost as fast as he made it, and he figured if he didn’t spend it on repaying the Bedoans, then it would just be spent on wine and whores upon arrival once more in Cairo.
Saro was a little unsure what the slaves were doing, until he saw them beginning to scrape the sweat off Hasani, and then it made sense. Another slave had approached Saro a little apprehensive at the strange man. He gave him a friendly smile and a nod, and the man pressed the blade to Saro and began to clean him. The sensation was weird, and Saro wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it or not.
Saro nodded.
“I am glad as well. I might not have ended up with my tent, but I would have had a very pretty dress to keep me warm.” He commented with a laugh, clearly joking about wearing the dress that Tanishe had thought to trade him for his tent. The whole situation was a little more amusing now that it had blown over and things had been sorted out.
Despite Hasani’s warnings about it being hard to hunt a lion, the pirate was still excited. It was not an opportunity he had ever had before, and the tale of his great lion hunt was one that he would be telling for years to come, he was sure of it. Though the details might end up a little more embellished depending on how the hunt actually went.
Saro’s eyes went to Mwenye as Hasani spoke of him, he hadn’t realized that man was in the tent with them either, despite their earlier introduction on the day of Saro’s arrival. He felt a little disappointed in himself but blamed it on the excitement and newness of everything around him. He was in a strange place, a place that operated so differently from most other places he had been, he had been caught up in all of it.
“I appreciate the offer to bring my letter. I will draft it quickly so it will be ready when ever you are. There is a man I trust who will ensure the letter is delivered upon the arrival of my ship at their docks.” He said, grateful that Hasani and his group were so welcoming towards him. He made a note to see if he could figure out something that Hasani might like that he could procure upon their arrival in Egypt, something beyond just his planned payment of camels, a present for the Leier who had been so accommodating to the pirate who sat among them now.
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Saro laughed as Hasani spoke of the annoying goat that he and Tanishe disliked. He couldn’t deny that he was excited to see the life that the Bedoans led, even if it wasn’t the life he wanted forever. He knew that he would be happy to get back on a boat, feel the wood beneath his feet, and feel the cold sea breeze against his skin. The smell of salt water was the smell of home for Saro, and no matter how much he enjoyed himself in one particular place, he knew that he would never truly stay. His mind wandered back to his recent time in Egypt, and the woman there he had met, Nia. All his promises of true love and staying with her, he had meant in the moment, but the sea was more his mistress than any real person would ever be, and so those promises had been broken as Saro had sailed off into the night.
“When we do make it to Egypt, I promise payment of at least two camels. Perhaps even a less bothersome goat.” He said with a little grin, though he meant the promise of the camels. He had never purchased an animal before, and therefore had no idea their worth, to the Egyptians or the Bedoans, but money wasn’t really an issue. Saro blew threw his gold almost as fast as he made it, and he figured if he didn’t spend it on repaying the Bedoans, then it would just be spent on wine and whores upon arrival once more in Cairo.
Saro was a little unsure what the slaves were doing, until he saw them beginning to scrape the sweat off Hasani, and then it made sense. Another slave had approached Saro a little apprehensive at the strange man. He gave him a friendly smile and a nod, and the man pressed the blade to Saro and began to clean him. The sensation was weird, and Saro wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it or not.
Saro nodded.
“I am glad as well. I might not have ended up with my tent, but I would have had a very pretty dress to keep me warm.” He commented with a laugh, clearly joking about wearing the dress that Tanishe had thought to trade him for his tent. The whole situation was a little more amusing now that it had blown over and things had been sorted out.
Despite Hasani’s warnings about it being hard to hunt a lion, the pirate was still excited. It was not an opportunity he had ever had before, and the tale of his great lion hunt was one that he would be telling for years to come, he was sure of it. Though the details might end up a little more embellished depending on how the hunt actually went.
Saro’s eyes went to Mwenye as Hasani spoke of him, he hadn’t realized that man was in the tent with them either, despite their earlier introduction on the day of Saro’s arrival. He felt a little disappointed in himself but blamed it on the excitement and newness of everything around him. He was in a strange place, a place that operated so differently from most other places he had been, he had been caught up in all of it.
“I appreciate the offer to bring my letter. I will draft it quickly so it will be ready when ever you are. There is a man I trust who will ensure the letter is delivered upon the arrival of my ship at their docks.” He said, grateful that Hasani and his group were so welcoming towards him. He made a note to see if he could figure out something that Hasani might like that he could procure upon their arrival in Egypt, something beyond just his planned payment of camels, a present for the Leier who had been so accommodating to the pirate who sat among them now.
Saro laughed as Hasani spoke of the annoying goat that he and Tanishe disliked. He couldn’t deny that he was excited to see the life that the Bedoans led, even if it wasn’t the life he wanted forever. He knew that he would be happy to get back on a boat, feel the wood beneath his feet, and feel the cold sea breeze against his skin. The smell of salt water was the smell of home for Saro, and no matter how much he enjoyed himself in one particular place, he knew that he would never truly stay. His mind wandered back to his recent time in Egypt, and the woman there he had met, Nia. All his promises of true love and staying with her, he had meant in the moment, but the sea was more his mistress than any real person would ever be, and so those promises had been broken as Saro had sailed off into the night.
“When we do make it to Egypt, I promise payment of at least two camels. Perhaps even a less bothersome goat.” He said with a little grin, though he meant the promise of the camels. He had never purchased an animal before, and therefore had no idea their worth, to the Egyptians or the Bedoans, but money wasn’t really an issue. Saro blew threw his gold almost as fast as he made it, and he figured if he didn’t spend it on repaying the Bedoans, then it would just be spent on wine and whores upon arrival once more in Cairo.
Saro was a little unsure what the slaves were doing, until he saw them beginning to scrape the sweat off Hasani, and then it made sense. Another slave had approached Saro a little apprehensive at the strange man. He gave him a friendly smile and a nod, and the man pressed the blade to Saro and began to clean him. The sensation was weird, and Saro wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it or not.
Saro nodded.
“I am glad as well. I might not have ended up with my tent, but I would have had a very pretty dress to keep me warm.” He commented with a laugh, clearly joking about wearing the dress that Tanishe had thought to trade him for his tent. The whole situation was a little more amusing now that it had blown over and things had been sorted out.
Despite Hasani’s warnings about it being hard to hunt a lion, the pirate was still excited. It was not an opportunity he had ever had before, and the tale of his great lion hunt was one that he would be telling for years to come, he was sure of it. Though the details might end up a little more embellished depending on how the hunt actually went.
Saro’s eyes went to Mwenye as Hasani spoke of him, he hadn’t realized that man was in the tent with them either, despite their earlier introduction on the day of Saro’s arrival. He felt a little disappointed in himself but blamed it on the excitement and newness of everything around him. He was in a strange place, a place that operated so differently from most other places he had been, he had been caught up in all of it.
“I appreciate the offer to bring my letter. I will draft it quickly so it will be ready when ever you are. There is a man I trust who will ensure the letter is delivered upon the arrival of my ship at their docks.” He said, grateful that Hasani and his group were so welcoming towards him. He made a note to see if he could figure out something that Hasani might like that he could procure upon their arrival in Egypt, something beyond just his planned payment of camels, a present for the Leier who had been so accommodating to the pirate who sat among them now.
Mwenye nodded to Saro and Hasani, accepting their words. He was slightly annoyed that Hasani had betrayed that he spoke coptic, but he recognized the feeling as irrational. Hasani was the opposite of paranoid, while Mwenye considered himself to have at least a healthy amount of caution, but honestly it wasn't as if Saro had come with others, and might be overheard conversing when he thought he couldn't be understood. It was mostly just that the young man wasn't sure he wanted to talk to the stranger yet. Done was done, though, and Mwenye was too practical to stay annoyed long.
"If there is trade you wish done while I am there, another and a second camel will be helpful," Mwenye acknowledged, "but I travel well on my own. I do not wish to take anyone else useful away from the tribe not necessarily," he added with a hint of humour, "and I cannot take anyone useless."
He considered Saro for a moment, as a slave scraped a blade carefully across his back. His reactions, in some ways, struck the prophet as being slightly young, but he supposed it was simply that the man was inexperienced in the ways of the desert, and he would doubtless give a similar impression should he suddenly find himself thrust aboard a ship. Not exactly the same - their personalities were clearly different - but still, it was easy to judge inexperience as immaturity or foolishness. He wasn't sure why Saro was so enthusiastic about spending time away from wherever his own ancestors lived, but it did at least seem genuine, and not a cover for something else. It could be genuine and a cover for something else, of course, and Mwenye wasn't ready to trust him, but in absence of enough information to form a real opinion of his own he would trust his Leier's judgement.
"There is no rush," he told him with a shrug. "I will stay with the tribe until all leave, and maybe some longer depending on what path Hasani chooses." He couldn't leave until the storm passed, any more than the rest of them, and he didn't expect anyone to dawdle once it did.
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Mwenye nodded to Saro and Hasani, accepting their words. He was slightly annoyed that Hasani had betrayed that he spoke coptic, but he recognized the feeling as irrational. Hasani was the opposite of paranoid, while Mwenye considered himself to have at least a healthy amount of caution, but honestly it wasn't as if Saro had come with others, and might be overheard conversing when he thought he couldn't be understood. It was mostly just that the young man wasn't sure he wanted to talk to the stranger yet. Done was done, though, and Mwenye was too practical to stay annoyed long.
"If there is trade you wish done while I am there, another and a second camel will be helpful," Mwenye acknowledged, "but I travel well on my own. I do not wish to take anyone else useful away from the tribe not necessarily," he added with a hint of humour, "and I cannot take anyone useless."
He considered Saro for a moment, as a slave scraped a blade carefully across his back. His reactions, in some ways, struck the prophet as being slightly young, but he supposed it was simply that the man was inexperienced in the ways of the desert, and he would doubtless give a similar impression should he suddenly find himself thrust aboard a ship. Not exactly the same - their personalities were clearly different - but still, it was easy to judge inexperience as immaturity or foolishness. He wasn't sure why Saro was so enthusiastic about spending time away from wherever his own ancestors lived, but it did at least seem genuine, and not a cover for something else. It could be genuine and a cover for something else, of course, and Mwenye wasn't ready to trust him, but in absence of enough information to form a real opinion of his own he would trust his Leier's judgement.
"There is no rush," he told him with a shrug. "I will stay with the tribe until all leave, and maybe some longer depending on what path Hasani chooses." He couldn't leave until the storm passed, any more than the rest of them, and he didn't expect anyone to dawdle once it did.
Mwenye nodded to Saro and Hasani, accepting their words. He was slightly annoyed that Hasani had betrayed that he spoke coptic, but he recognized the feeling as irrational. Hasani was the opposite of paranoid, while Mwenye considered himself to have at least a healthy amount of caution, but honestly it wasn't as if Saro had come with others, and might be overheard conversing when he thought he couldn't be understood. It was mostly just that the young man wasn't sure he wanted to talk to the stranger yet. Done was done, though, and Mwenye was too practical to stay annoyed long.
"If there is trade you wish done while I am there, another and a second camel will be helpful," Mwenye acknowledged, "but I travel well on my own. I do not wish to take anyone else useful away from the tribe not necessarily," he added with a hint of humour, "and I cannot take anyone useless."
He considered Saro for a moment, as a slave scraped a blade carefully across his back. His reactions, in some ways, struck the prophet as being slightly young, but he supposed it was simply that the man was inexperienced in the ways of the desert, and he would doubtless give a similar impression should he suddenly find himself thrust aboard a ship. Not exactly the same - their personalities were clearly different - but still, it was easy to judge inexperience as immaturity or foolishness. He wasn't sure why Saro was so enthusiastic about spending time away from wherever his own ancestors lived, but it did at least seem genuine, and not a cover for something else. It could be genuine and a cover for something else, of course, and Mwenye wasn't ready to trust him, but in absence of enough information to form a real opinion of his own he would trust his Leier's judgement.
"There is no rush," he told him with a shrug. "I will stay with the tribe until all leave, and maybe some longer depending on what path Hasani chooses." He couldn't leave until the storm passed, any more than the rest of them, and he didn't expect anyone to dawdle once it did.