The guards seemed somber, too somber for those thoughts. Nang walked grudgingly up the steep path. A faint deep moaning sound came from the mountain as if a syrup-thick wind was pushing through the trees, but there was no wind. They walked past the outer walls of the first villa, then onto a narrow road which wound inward and upward, away from the cliff, past two more villas, neither as expansive as the first. The faint low soughing continued. They followed the road as it curved back, upward, back to the highest and most magnificent villa at the edge of the highest overlook.
Before they reached the upper villa the guards reblindfolded him. They marched him to a small block structure outside the villa walls and threw him into a cell with a dozen blindfolded, bound men. This time Nang did s
