The General’s tent stood next to the supply dump. Halli and Bel-Heshti looked unhappily at the dwindling supplies: rock-hard blocks of dried fish, empty oil jars in toppled heaps, dusty sacks of millet and barley, the very last of the cheese. Guards leaned on their spears, stunned with heat and boredom. A war chariot rumbled by and covered everyone with grit.