The scrolls did not sink. They traveled . Clay-wrapped, wax-sealed, they slid through narrow limestone tunnels beneath the city, beneath the siege lines, emerging two leagues south in a cave known only to goatherds and jinn.
“The Christian king has promised to spare our mosques and our laws,” Aisha said. “He does not promise to spare our memory.” andaroos chronicles
Suleiman dipped his finger into the salt, touched it to his tongue, and smiled. “Remembering water.” The scrolls did not sink
The Last Water Scribe of Andaroos