Autumn 1905 – The Adventure of the Winged Tiger


The bronze man moved with inhuman grace and speed, navigating his way through the forest less like a mammal affected by gravity and more like a freely swimming fish. I kept up but it took great effort. At last he slowed and then came to a rest in the branches of an enormous, vine covered tree. As I joined him he held his hand to his mouth to indicate a need for silence. I nodded. 

We waited.