read part one, two The gate was enormous and imposing. It was covered in metal thorns, perhaps to dissuade climbing; she doubted any army could get close enough for the attempt. It’s only ornament was a large seal at its center, carved with symbols she did not understand. She wondered how close she would get before something happened. “Stop! Move no further!” This close. She looked in the direction of the voice. It came from one of the towers at the side of the gate. “This land is forbidden, stranger. You are not welcome.” “I am looking for someone, a citizen of Anamur. It is imperative I talk to him as soon as possible.” “This is none of my concern. None is allowed to enter.” “You do not understand, I have no choice—I must speak to this man.” “You must leave. It is not a request.” “What harm could come of informing this man of my presence? I seek Samos of Alanya. Tell him that Josephine Margo wishes an audience.” She looked into the tower with eyes that could see beyond those in her head. The men whispered; they knew who this man was. “These are not my orders. All are forbidden, none will enter—you will leave.” “I won’t, whatever threats you make. I will have my audience.” She sat down on the soft sand and crossed her tired legs. She began to pray. She felt the guard’s anxiety. They had guarded this gate their entire lives, but except for the occasional official caravan, nobody ever came. It was beyond their understanding why a lone woman would have walked the desert to a gate she must have known she could not cross. She felt their leader hesitate but not long. He gave the order to ready. “I must ask you once more—leave. The rules are strict; I am required to take action.” Josephine did not respond. The men arced their bows and waited for the instruction to fire. It came soon enough. read part four...