Marching Sands
floor. She placed it in the hand of the Wusun. The action caught the fancy of the tumani.
"The Kha Rakcha is one at heart with the Wusun!" they cried, looking eagerly at the beautiful woman.
"Aye, the Kha Rakcha!" shouted Gela, his moodiness vanished. "We will shed our blood for the white queen."
"Ho—the white queen!" echoed the tumani.
