Mari

You set off slowly along tracks between the reeds. The donkeys appear to know the way but you are told that the routes change from year to year because of floods. In the distance you can see the mountains of Elam.

There is marshy land on your right. A flock of birds flies up from among the reeds and startles one of the leading donkeys. It loses its footing and the textiles on its back slip off into the marsh. Damqi-ilishu is furious. People try to blame you for not tying the bundles on properly.

Do you go back or go on?

go back go on