PART THREE

Three pairs of bloodshot eyes peered through the wet, leafy branches of low-growing bushes and into the near-darkness towards the treacherous waterfall known as Falls Ende. They lie in concealment, tired and still suffering from the effects of a night of excessive drinking and none were in an agreeable mood. They all wore similar clothes; rough, woollen breeches, tunics, and capuchins covering their head and shoulders. The only other items they wore which ...