From outside came the steady soft creak of lines
and rigging, the slow flap of the sails in the first faint breezes of the
freshening trade winds, the occasional cry of a bird. "He was on his feet a
moment later, sprinting back toward the pony-trap, where the digging tools
were, his slippered feet sending the placid groumdmist into excited little
roils. while below, the village of the Bourkas burned and the survivors massed
at the one point of egress - the idols left ear - to massacre anyone who
happened to stagger out alive. while below, the village of the Bourkas burned
and the survivors massed at the one point of egress - the idols left ear - to
massacre anyone who happened to stagger out alive.