Fred drove an old, Valiant Charger. It was originally black but was well faded now. He had parked it only about a hundred metres away from where the others had camped.
“Nearly there, mate.” Tristram said soflty to Fred, who was leaning heavily on his shoulder.
Suddenly, Fred stood confidently on his own his feet.
“Come with me and be as quiet as ya can.” He whispered urgently.
Startled, Tristram stared at Fred and then looked back towards the camp. Everyone was already in their tents and the campfire was burning low.
When he turned back to Fred, the elder was already a few feet away from him, moving with urgent purpose through the dark bush.
Tristram moved as rapidly and as quietly as he could.
In silence, they made their way along a narrow dirt track. There was just enough star-lig
