Ardeth didn't know what to say, hearing a story of which he was such an important part. He couldn't remember anything. This woman made him feel really awkward, although somewhere deep in his soul he had a feeling of recognition. He made the only question that was in his mind that time.
" Now you have saved us all and fulfilled the prophecy, are you going to leave?"
" No, I will not leave again, unless of course I die again." She said with a small smile.
" We'd better start now, because the med-jai will have no news and they will be really worried." He wondered for how long he had been unconscious.
" I don't think this is possible." She was now smiling teasingly. " Walk carefully towards the exit and you will understand."
Ardeth got to his feet alarmed and walked cautiously towards that direction. He heard the howl of the wind and he managed to see huge dust clouds swirling with an incredible speed. The sky was a mass of dark clouds, hanging very near to the earth. He covered his head and went back in.
" Khamsin." He told Heterity.
She nodded. " It may last for five days, five weeks or five months. Do you have anything edible with you? Water? "
" I have food and water for one person and five days. It will last three for us, because we are not moving, and we are not in the sun."
She let her head fall on her hand thinking. " What is this useless load on the back of your horse?" she asked curious.
Ardeth smiled a little. " It is not a load. It is called a saddle and it helps you to have a bigger stability on horseback."
She looked at him curiously but the shrugged her shoulders. " Sounds practical. Now, lets use our time. We are stranded anyway. Teach me your language. And the use of other items I don't know. Tell me about the med-jai. You wear very different clothes. Do you still have the markings underneath?"
Ardeth looked at her as she was firing questions at him. He decided that teaching her what a gun is and how she can use it was the most useful thing at the moment. So he moved towards the fallen saddle and she followed him. He took the gun and turned to face her. But as he did so, he found he couldn't speak and he couldn't get his eyes of hers. They were so warm, but cold at the same time, soft like velvet and as hard as blades, two endless lakes of light someone could sink inside forever. He felt hypnotized under this gaze. Without speaking, she stretched a hand towards him and stroke his face like someone blind, or someone trying to believe something is true. He didn't move, but he could feel his heart beat rabidly and his breathing has suddenly become heavy. She placed both hands at the sides of his face and slowly dragged him towards her and pressed her lips on his. Almost without controlling himself he returned it in a slightly harsh manner.