The low fires still burned with theflesh of the Molochs. Smoke curled up. For a few seconds I couldhardly see the Molochs due to the blackness.
I didn’t mind this state of affairs.They could wait on the other side of the canyon forever. Wait untilall the Aristolans were loaded and headed for their newhome.
“What do you think?” I said.
“I think it’s time to cultivatepatience. I was never good at that.”
“Neither am I.”
A minute ago we had screaming winds,fires, and the decibel-crunching blast of the pillboxes, and therandom sounds of battle. Now almost a preternatural silence came.Nota leaf was blown by a random wind. Even the Molochs stood almostmotionless. The pillbox stayed silent. No murmur from the troopsbehind me. The cackling of the fires diminished.
“Say something Rab. This isu
