Chapter Nine
Junco and his young assistant pilot served a late lunch consisting of sandwiches with very appropriate toppings for each of us. There was no meat except fish for the Pengali and plenty of spicy offerings with clear handwritten labels that said what each box contained. I wondered which servant in Mariola’s household had been responsible for these. There was also hot water for tea and juice for the children.
We ate at a picnic table overlooking the top of the canyon and the walkways of the lookout.
The weather was cool, thanks to a blustery wind laced with dust.
Junco said it was likely that a dust storm would whip up later in the day or tomorrow.
Our group was going to split up after this, and I spent most of lunchtime talking to Thayu and Emi. They would go back to the ci
