I. Waylaid!
I
stood at bay, the still-warm carcass of my slain dromedary at my back,
surrounded by a half-dozen dwarfish Qllgir hill men; they brandished long,
wickedly-curved knives and their eyes were hidden behind lenses of darkly
stained glass. I tore the keffiyeh from my head and spat at them.
“Dogs! Come forth and have done with it!”
