Little time remained the three opposite the ruins of the house. It was certainly painful to think that in that particular box they had perished seven innocent at the same time. It was for the Drake brothers, even when they had not lived that, so it was certainly more painful for Edna.

Soon they left behind the building and walked the short journey remained to the cemetery. The local cemetery was more of the same. Hot, sand, desert, loneliness. All he had planted there were graves, crosses and stakes. Too many actually for the size of Diabat. It was as if the death carry more people every time. And thanks to the continuous wars, really it was.

Slowly they advanced between rows of mounds, until Shaareim stopped in front of a row who barely they had names engraved in crosses of broken wood.

- Salam Alaikum- She said, touching her chest with her fingers, then her mouth and forehead- Peace be with you…

But she stood still, without really knowing what to do next. She had eluded that time, for a long time, so she did not know how to proceed.

Samuel looked at his brother, both a little behind her, giving her space. Nathan motioned for him to advance.

- Edy… -Sam stood by her side and he rubbed her back- I… do not know… I do not have a prayer in Arabic… ¿Does it bother you… i say the Pater Noster?

- No one should be told one prayer… please…

- Ok… In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti… Amen…- He crossed himself, like Nathan, who accompanied the prayer softly- Pater Noster, qui es in caelis. Sanctificétur nomen Tuum. Adveniat Regnum Tuum. Fiat volúntas tua. Sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum cotidiánum. Da nobis hódie. Et dimitte nobis débita nostra. Sicut et nos dimittímus. Debitóribus nostris. Et ne nos indúcas in tentationem. Sed libera nos a malo. Amen…

Edna placed a white flower in each grave, slowly. Then she stopped where said "Kalisha" and she dug in the earth, slightly, seven lighted incense, then lean widely, with her palms together, revering all respect.

- Namasté… Mother…- She said, straightening, sad- I hope you're in the brightest light… Sorry for not coming sooner… I could not… I was too angry with the destiny to come. You always wanted I follow my own path, and that I have done… I hope everyone is there… together…

Samuel came closer noting that the voice of Shaareim was starting to shake, putting his arm around her shoulders, trying to give her some strength.

- I hope you have found father… - She continued, with her voice cracking and tears in her eyes- That Pehik has been able to walk… and Zuhili has healed… Tell Buhuka that… I'm big now…

Edna began to mourn, trying to continue, with all his strength.

- I miss you… Mom…- She whimpered- I thought… I thought that at my age… This will not happen… But I can't… I will not go back… this… is the goodbye… That i could never give you… I'm sorry… really… I'm sorry…

Nate moved slightly to see that she had remained static and crying, and his brother was also quite affected by that.

- Is okay, Edna- Nathan said, rubbing her arm- Wherever she is, she understands you. And if she love you only the half what you love her, she will be happy to see you alive and well.

- Edy- Sam gently squeezed her shoulder- You come here… You do it… But this is your past… You must leave this behind…

- Come on- Nathan took her hand, lovingly- ¿Yes?

Shaareim took the neck to both men and she hugged them, sobbing. They returned the hug, trapping her in a mass of affection to the Drake style. Even Nathan imperceptibly palmed the back of his brother, sadly watching his eyes, knowing that he was the one most suffering from both.

- Thank you…- She moaned, without dropping them- Boys… Thank you… You are my family… ¿Do you know that?… I love you so much…

- We know…- Sam muttered.

- And we love you…- Nate continued- Both…

- Come on Edy… Come on…

Both moved, causing her to start walking, gradually moving away from the place.

By the time they arrived with Victor and his plane, Edna was calmer, although far from being happy or comfortable.

Sullivan saw the face of the three, intuiting immediately that had not been an easy raid in the bowels of Diabat. And of course, he not asked absolutely anything. There would be some time alone with Nathan to find out the details.

- ¿Are we ready to go?- Asked the Young Drake, approaching.

- The tank is full and my bladder empty- Victor said, with his cigar in his mouth, trying to lift the spirits.

- ¡I knew it!- Said a male voice.

An Arab men, with sharply beard and white clothes came out of nowhere.

- ¡You're the Shaareim left!- He said, speaking with a strong Arabic accent- ¡I saw you in the cemetery!

- ¿Any problem with that?- Samuel swell up himself with bad intention, automatically.

- ¡You must give her to me! ¡She is a traitor!

- ¿For what?- Nathan also became aggresive.

- ¿What else you think? To lapidate her ¡As must be! ¡She is a treacherous woman!

- Yamut bik- Edna huffed, tired.

- I'll bring the village men to lapidate you! ¡And we will punish you to protect a woman!- The Arab approached Shaareim- ¡Blasphemy!

- One more step and I'll break your face- Hissed Sam, ready to intervene.

The subject seemed to care too little that someone was defending her. Barely he stepped forward, Samuel stood before Edna, leaving her behind, and as he was in the right distance, he landed a powerful right hook in the jaw, that dropped him like a sack of potatoes, bouncing slightly in the dust on the floor.

- ¿W-what?- The stranger began to stand, groggy and achy.

- And that was just me, being kind- Sam stepped, with murderess eyes- We are four, and each has a worse mood than the last.

- ¡You are crazy!- He spit a little blood, and standing- ¡I lapidate you with her!

Edna, without patience, approached him just to give two quick blows. A left hook to the stomach and immediately, other rights, exactly the same point where Samuel had hit him. Even she was Buddhist tendencies, also she had a bad temper with people like him, and a early military training, potentiated with a training to the Drake style. Maybe her punches were not as strong, but that is why, she had learned to give quick combinations. Much more when she was so morose as at that time.

- I told you- Sam said.

- Let's go- She snorted, looking at Victor- I've had enough of Morocco…

The plane took off leaving behind a dusty área full of memories and an Arab guy that would have trouble to eating later.

Yamut bik can be translated as "Dies yourself" in Arabic