“Let’s stop here,” Merla said.
We were slightly off of the well-worn path and hidden from most directions. The trail had taken a high ridge, for visibility I was sure, but our path to the side was nearly invisible. In ways it was risky. If we couldn’t be seen, we ourselves wouldn’t be able to see those approaching. But then we decided that, I, who by reputation could hear an ant walking from a kilometer away, would be able detect anyone who approached. Where my ears left off, my nose picked up. Friends and enemies both said I could smell danger, whether to face it head on or run from it depended on who was talking.
It was just a short rest to take a little food. I knew Merla also wanted to plan our next step. I watched her and let her think. It was pleasant watching Merla, but I also had to think about how we were sitting in this most unlikely, and very dangerous, spot, just the two of us. Continue reading