Azag

Uru-Azag let him go, bowing imperceptibly as Imriel stumbled with leaden steps toward his couch.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

After so long, it seemed unreal, the grey fortress on the horizon, flying the Lion of the Sun banner of the Shamabarsin, the ancient House of Ur. Some of the Akkadians, Ur.-Azag among them, broke down and wept.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Uru-Azag frowned, brows meeting over his hawklike nose.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Uru-Azag went with me, taking the stairs two at once, dragging me with him, his dagger in his free hand.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Uru-Azag and the Akkadians had found in the battle some measure of their lost pride.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Uru-Azag, his face oily with sweat, shoved the boards in place.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Uru-Azag came limping from the inner doors of Daršanga, grey-faced and grim, gathering a contingent to secure the fortress.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

As for the Akkadians, I told Uru-Azag myself, and not without a good deal of trepidation.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

Uru-Azag, entering the zenana, checked at the sight of me.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003

It was the attendant from the first night — Uru-Azag, his name was — who had guided the Menekhetan boy.

Kushiel's Avatar Carey, Jacqueline, 1964- 2003