Monday, April 19, 1651, morning
With overcast skies and brisk temperatures, a light breeze that's a prevailing wind
Judging that Saturday was spent purchasing items, and Sunday waiting for the Kadi, there being no Sabbath, and Andrej effectively resting and doing no business of his own, it is Monday morning when the 'next day' arrives. For the record, Hichem should have arrived in Melitene last night, but he did not, and there is some concern that he's been waylayed.
The party finds themselves at the Black Ivory Hostel, a medicant's home in the high hills three miles east of Melitene, that Ahmet knows of, though he's never been. The Hostel is a single story collection of plaster and stone rooms that are kept warm with terra cotta pipes and many, many small ovens, so that the party feels almost as though this is the first time they've been able to be warm since last summer in Germany. This despite the brisk weather that still speaks uncomfortably of early spring and late fall.
You expect to wait all day, but it isn't yet noon when you're told of the sound of wheels making their way up the final road to the hostel, just out of sight. You half expect it to be Hichem, but it isn't ... it is a cart, pulled by a donkey led by three men, with a woman sitting in it. Ahmet recognizes without question that it is Sevim.
As it nears, the party gathers to watch it come forward. The men stop the cart forty feet from Ahmet, who has moved forward from the Hostel. There, they let Sevim go. She is wearing a white cotton dress; her hair is free to the wind, dirty and scraggly. She does not resist as she's pulled from the wagon, and her feet do not support her as they touch the ground. She collapses to a kneeling position; she looks around her, uncomprehending. The men simply begin to turn the cart around.