It is cool and dark in the cave. The cave is situated inside the high cliffs of Dutra. The sun seldom shines into the cave, and people rarely visit it. Teuns Stegmann carefully seals the goat skin bag containing the water because he has had enough. He wipes his mouth in satisfaction and looks gratefully over to his dark companion, who is watching him with interest, a small smile playing on his lips.
“How can I ever thank you, El Saoed?” Teuns asks.
“No thanks necessary, Legion man. Do you remember when my father and I and our people had to work here in the uranium mine?”
“I remember it well.”
“If the Legion had not stepped in back then and saved us, all of us would have been dead. They captured my father, El Abba, and killed him. I hate this El Karima and her Dulacs, Legion man. I hate
