Hanna the camel.

The stablehand, after a minute or two to regain his breath, set about preparing the Akkadian's albino camel. The youth had a wide smile plastered to his face that the assassin doubted would fade for many hours. This brought back old memories of the first few times the assassin himself had women, the lad was probably feeling a foot taller and feeling like true man for the first time in his life.

Despite all he had been through the Akkadian found himself laughing, a delightfully light and girlish sound even to his own ears. The lad would certainly have a tale to tell his fellow youths. Would they believe that he had his cock between the tits of a high class guild whore and had shot his seed over one of the most beautiful faces in Al Areth? Of course if he knew the truth then his tale would have been one to retell for a lifetime. How many others could say they were pleasured by a feared assassin in return for saddling a camel.

Hanna, the great white camel was led out of the stable block. The big youth easily hefted the Akkadian's saddle up and cinched it into place. The Akkadian looked as the youth's muscles bulged as he lifted the heavy wood and leather saddle, without the boy to help him how would he even have moved such a load in this body?

"The camel is saddled my lady." The youth informed the Akkadian once he was done. "I would be very careful if you intend to mount though. Nobody but the Akkadian has been able to mount her. Perhaps it would be best for to lead her to the Akkadian?"

"I have heard this said." The Akkadian acknowledged, wondering himself if Hanna would allow him on her back. "The assassin did tell me that Hanna was gentler with women though. He also gave me words to whisper into her ear."

The Akkadian went to his camel and softly began to hum the tune of an old Akkadian lullaby to Hanna. The great white camel turned her head to regard the assassin curiously, it's big brown eyes squinting as it seemed to be thinking deeply. The assassin began to sing the words of the lullaby in the sweet melodic voice of his new form, the same Akkadian song he had sung when Hanna was fresh from weaning and he was a still a boy. Hanna stared into the Akkadian's eyes and reached her decision with a loud snort she knelt down, first her front legs and then her back in the awkward ungainly manner of camels. The Akkadian stroked Hanna's head, certain that despite his appearence his camel had somehow seen into his soul and recognised him.

"Come girl it is time for us to ride." The Akkadian said to Hanna.

Clambering onto the camel's saddle the Akkadian hooked one leg around the forward pommel and pulled himself up onto the flat seat. His camel goad was in it's usual place slotted in the saddle and he took this and tapped Hanna's rump gently as he called on her to rise. Grumbling and snorting as camels are apt to do Hanna rose arse first in a series of lurches that had the Akkadian swaying. Once on her feet Hanna stood patiently waiting for the next command.

"Gods! I would not have believed that if I had not seen it with my own eyes." The stablehand said. "My master and several men tried to mount her and none stayed on her back more than a few heartbeats."

"That is why a camel is far better than a horse." The Akkadian laughed. "Hanna is smarter than most men I have met."

"The Akkadian himself said the same when he brought her." The youth agreed.

The Akkadian patted Hanna's rump and gave her the command to walk on. With a last wave to the helpful youth, the assassin started out towards the sorceress's tower.