Chapter fourUnder the trees the wet undergrowth, the dripping leaves, the gloom that enveloped everything in a pall, gave an eerie feeling. The only sounds were the rain pattering down, the swish as we pressed on through damp undergrowth and the hoarse and heavy gasping of Cuisar.
Once we were in for twenty paces or so Delia struck off at an angle. I nodded sagely to myself. She was quite right. She wanted to take a look at these new arrivals and that would best be done by sneaking along parallel to the road and then peeking out.
“P’raps we’d better leave him hidden back a bit before we make our recce.” The moment I spoke I felt an onker. Delia would never miss an obvious point like that.
She was very sweet about her reply. “Yes. Best.”
“Don’t leave me!” he squeaked. Delia hefted him a
