1.

It was past noon, and a drove of
sheep lay waiting.

H’s passage was sore. He could do
without more for now.

The river was quiet, and
the air, empty.

2.

H strained his ears. Something was
invisible
in the twilight.

Maug made
a nervous cry. “I never believed
in the beheadings.”

3.

H gave him a deliberate glance and
tried to laugh.

“They’ll be out seeking me,” Maug said.

4.

“What are you going on about?” H said.

Maug answered, “Don’t
laugh at me.”

To be continued…