bes. If they came from the east, from the deep desert, there would be little defense at all. The city is defended from a northern attack but the east is open."
San'Dakaar's expression did not change but his eyes burned. "Ten thousand men cannot cross the desert without water."
"Unless they know of a place to get it," said Bin. "They would have to send a master scout to find it. A man likely to return. A man who does not fear death in the sands. A man who embraces it."
San'Dakaar stood on his feet and looked across the sands to the west before turning to look at Vrenna.
"If the boy king or his spies suspected that Dan Trex would send a scout, they might send someone to meet him," said San'Dakaar. "They would send someone to stop him and stop the word of the well from reaching back to Gazu Kadem.
"She would have to ride hard, though," San'Dakaar continued, his eyes not leaving Vrenna's own. "She would have to take only two horses to ride faster than the scout and reach the wel
Out of a desert that is two weeks horseback ride from the nearest town, a mysterious woman walks into an oasis. She doesn't kill the well-keeper or his pigs, so what does she want? Where will she go?
A tidy little mystery with a little bit of violence.