Chapter 41

“They’ve done more than that,” averred Pareso. “They’ve stolen two hundred spears and have just tried to burn us out here by planting a cresset of fire against our temple-timbers. I gave them a Roman-candle against their buttocks, and they must have thought it was the Devil himself on their heels for they went off like frightened rabbits. But we’ve got to get up in those hills before they know what we’re headed for. Perhaps you haven’t noticed how carefully all the women and children have been taken down to the low…