Chapter fourteenAfter a vigorous wash in the stream I enjoyed a breakfast that was a simple repetition of last night’s supper. The dilemma in which I found myself was obvious.
Whilst it was needful to light a smoking fire to let my friends know where I was, the smoke might well bring the same Shank or another on patrol.
Also, and this dismayed me more than the smoke problem, the breeze that got up shifted around to the north. The brilliance of the suns and the freshness of the air suddenly seemed more chill. The sounds of the forest echoed with a greater menace. Even the scents soured.
There was one bright spot. Carazaar did not put in another appearance. Maybe his kharrna was limited, so that he used great chunks of it to accomplish his deeds, and was then incapable of action for some
