The Empty Chair,part,15

The day after Harith's passing arrived with an unusually clear sky.There was not a single cloud in sight, as the endless blue of the Arabian desert stretched above.The first light of day touched the towers of Narala, then gradually spread across its stone streets, quiet courtyards, and the shimmering waters of the oasis.For the first time in forty years, the city awoke without its founder.No bell rang to announce the change.No messenger rushed through the streets.There was no need for such things.The silence itself told the story.Merchants opened their shops more slowly than normal.Children spoke in quiet voices.Even the camels appeared unusually calm as caravans prepared for departure.Life went on.But everyone could feel the absence.Laleh stood beneath the oldest date palm before sunrise.The bench where