Simon Grey and the YamambaBy Charles Kowalski
I cried out in alarm.
This is not a very clever thing to do when you’re traveling through a dangerous country, trying your best to avoid discovery. But it’s hard not to do when you’re walking down a forest road at dusk and just a few yards in front of your face, a small animal flies into the air.
To make matters worse, I involuntarily ducked behind Oyuki. I had been trying hard to make a good impression on her, hoping she would see me as a strong protector on the journey. But at the first sign of danger, I ran behind her like a child hiding behind his mother’s skirt.
“Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!” I gasped in an attempt to redeem myself a little with the erudition I had gained at sea under a Shakespeare-loving captain. “What wa
