Winter 1872 – The Hospitality of Ropa Al-Dalha is Not to be Recommended

 

We fled up the mountain. Father and I spidered above the worst of the ground cover, carrying first one, then another of the rest of the party to higher ground. The German girl remained nearly catatonic. The only sign she gave to being aware of her surroundings was a slight whimper when I first took her into the trees.

 Kaang took the rear guard. He moved more quickly that any of us, ranging back and forth through the thicket in order to keep aware of our pursuers. Despite his speed, he made his passage nearly silent and I rarely caught more than a glimpse of his white fur. Our pursuers were less interested in staying hidden. We heard their chatter, hoots and birdlike whistles below us. Their voices became neither closer nor more distant, always staying perhaps a half mile behind us.