Mud hole

There was a lot to do. The harvest was just around the corner, and the Shari clan needed every free hand now. As every year, a large number of the warriors were divided among the farms and billeted there until the harvest was over. So they could start their work in the fields with the farmers early in the morning without having to travel the long way from the chorten.

But there was a bad omen in the still air of the sultry late summer. Even the ancestors of the winds hid for days. And finally, the busiest time of the year began not with Reni's ceremonial first harvest cut, but with a violent storm!

As if to remind human beings of their power, Zaizura drove one heavily rain-laden cloud tower after another from the sea to Hy. They got stuck on the Junghal Mountains and discharged themselves violently. One violent thunderstorm after another swept across the land and flattened the ripe grain in the fields. The hail hit the fruit from the trees and shingles from the roofs.