"Halt!"
"Rest where you are!"
The Kurdish Cavalry, weary from travel, halted in the desert. There wasn't a single leaf to provide shade, making it a rather ill-suited place for rest.
Abdullah looked up with a grave expression and said, "That eagle has been circling above us for quite some time."
Overhead, an eagle was indeed circling back and forth.
It had been quite a while already.
Losa inquired, "Can you shoot it down?"
"No, this feathered creature is cunning and flies very high."
Abdullah raised his bow and arrow, which hung from the saddlebag, aimed for a moment, then shook his head: "It seems we're going to face a bloody battle soon."
"I hope it's just a coincidence."
"No, Losa, there are no coincidences on the battlefield. If there were, consider it part of the enemy's plan. Also, falconry is a tradition among Arabs."
"In this desert, only specially trained hawks would circle over a moving group of people like this."
"I understand."
