Chapter 11: Sand and Stone
ooc: Disclaimer! I'm sorry if I get some of the cultural stuff wonky. I did a bit of research but not as much as I liked because I realized it was taking up all my posting time! hahaha!
The Arab man, Adhid is his name, looks surprised at Alice's forthrightness and after a moment of hesitation, gives a nod, responding in French, though it is thickly accented and a bit hard to understand. Some French, yes. Many of us here have some knowledge of it. My wife is better at it than me, he adds with a smile.
As the day passes, it is clear that the culture is quite different from your own. You're used to being second place as women already, but this is something else entirely. The women are usually separated from the men, doing much of the caring for the goats and sheep and interacting little overall with them. Children run underfoot, playing and helping when their mothers can get their attention. You are given coffee, strong and mixed with cardamom and quite thoroughly splendid. Ian, Peter, and Crimwall are taken to the men's tents, Ian giving a lingering look back at you all as though he wished he could stay. He doesn't like Peter and you get the sense he's far more comfortable with the rest of you than Crimwall. Meanwhile you are left to the women's tent, Emma looking displeased that you'll be sitting on the grown, grumbling about her old bones, but she manages to plop down on the thick rugs after some effort. Adhid's wife, Tasmara, informs you that there will be a sheep slaughtered for a feast that night in your honor. Her French is actually surprisingly good for those who understand it. Emma knows a bit but Lily is completely in the dark and looking displeased about it, always asking anyone she can what you are talking about.
While feasting preparations are underway you are given clothes more appropriate for the heat. Loose black robes that are surprisingly beautiful and do much to air out your poor hot bodies. Emma in particular looks delighted with how much better it feels, but the poor fool was wearing a corset and stays the whole time, always fashionable even in the desert.
Riding the camels goes poorly for both of you. Penny falls off three times and Alice twice. Lily laughs and laughs, not falling at all of course. Her Native ways seem to serve her well here. Emma though, can't even seem to get on the blasted thing, and her red sweaty face huffs and puffs obscenities you are grateful no one can understand.
The feast that night is exquisite. You never knew food could taste so layered and complex! Spices you would never have thought to use are intermingled in the meat, along with many you've never tasted. The men get first go at the sheep, then the women. Across the way Ian gives an apologetic look as he gets his meat, clearly not liking the inequality and feeling guilty about it. Peter makes a face at the taste, not liking it obviously, though having at least the sense to hide his disgust when his host inquires how he likes it.
That night as you lay in your tents, the sounds of the camels and goats making it difficult to sleep, you both hear whispers from several yards off. A man and a woman. Should you poke your heads out to look, you'll see to your horror Peter and a young woman sneaking off together, hand in hand...