He kicked the thought aside and kept on walking. He was close to Ninus' tomb. A part of him was partly glad that he had been attacked by those birds. If he hadn't been, he wouldn't be where he was at that moment.

Like he might had rested on the way or would had been weary. He wasn't so sure though but he knew that there was no iota of truth in that.

Of course he could its ray flickering over his consciousness. He wished that he could reach for him and make a sane judgement. Partly ridiculous. 

     He walked past the tomb occasionally looking at its gate. There were...