Chapter sixYoung Tiri did not say a word as we let our animals take us quietly along the road to Bharang. She rode with her head sunk down between her shoulders. Her slender body shook. Now and again she moaned. She was going through the agony of what had happened over and over again, reliving the nightmare. I could do nothing but let her get the shakes out of her system.
“Why,” she would be saying to herself, the agony like live coals. “Why was I spared? Why do I live and all my friends are dead? And, why did it have to happen?”
As to the last, I fancied she knew far more about that than did I.
By the time we passed between agricultural fields and the outskirts of Bharang hove in sight she had largely recovered. She sat erect, her long slim dancer’s legs very fine and bronzed in the li
