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Оглавление‘You gave them all our meat,’ the woman said, her eyes as big as plates.
‘That I did.’
‘But...it was meat.’
‘I took their arrows,’ explained Tahar. ‘I left them without the means to hunt.’
‘But they were trying to kill us.’
‘Ah, but they did not succeed. Come, let us take our rest at the pool.’ He placed his hand against the small of her back.
Too exasperated to swat it away, she allowed him to guide her towards the oasis. ‘But—’
‘But what?’
‘It was meat.’
Tahar spoke as cryptically as he could, for her growing frustration was proving quite entertaining. ‘We will find more meat. Do not forget that I am now the owner of a fine bow.’
‘And the horse?’ she gasped, glancing back at the placid animal he led by the reins.
‘What about the horse?’ asked Tahar, hiding his grin.
