CHAPTER SEVEN
People strolled to and fro, keeping to the well-worn brick paths their ancestors had created. The bricks started some ten yards in front of us and had been so well used that much of the mortar between them had crumbled away. The gaps left meandering tunnels like miniature labyrinths.
Many pointed their feet toward the center of town, and the road on which we stood also pointed in that direction. The street led in a straight, slowly declining line toward the square, and was interrupted only by the corner of one or two impertinent houses that stuck out from their tiers. I noticed that another five roads led upward like the one on which we stood, but they ended at a street that ringed the outer perimeter of the whole village.
Ros jerked his head toward the square. “We sh
