Chapter two
Pompino simplifies the future“She may have been a Gonell, for they have white hair they do not cut off.”
“She suffered from chivrel—”
“Powdered with flour—”
“The witch! I’d like to powder her with hot coals!”
“With red honey and let the ants—”
Oh, yes, as you can see, the company of Tuscurs Maiden was not at all enamored of the witch who had so summarily reduced our worldly wealth, whoever or whatever she might be.
We sat moodily around the decaying fires as the Suns rose. Someone would have to stand guard and the rest would try to sleep. No one felt like doing anything. We were in all truth a most depressed bunch of desperadoes...
“Well,” declared Dayra. “I never expected to be rich in this life.”
“But that is always an objective, a dream, something one can yearn for,
