Tristram and Ivan discreetly left the hall and walked quickly down the street in the direction of the emu. The moon was waning – no longer full, but a gibbous moon high in the clear night sky. The air was dry and warm, and Tristram could smell the water from sprinklers in the gardens that they passed. Crickets and frogs sang loudly into the still air.
“Why are we following the emu?” Tristram asked quietly.
“We aren’t.” Ivan answered bluntly.
“Oh?”
“We are going after the witch doctor.” Ivan returned.
“What? Are you off your rocker?”
What“Don’t you think it is a bit of a coincidence than an emu with red dust on its legs happens to have walked into town?”
“I know the witch doctor’s name is Dinewan – and that means emu…” Tristram began.
“Dinewan was watching us from down this way as w
