It was a long, fitful night in the hunting blind. At first light, Rarus broke a couple of chem-heat sticks and warmed water for four cups of tea. With enough sweetener the tea made the protein breakfast biscuits almost palatable.
“Each time I woke-up last night I had these nagging doubts about Ru Ta,” Azazel said after taking a sip.
“Me too,” Rarus grunted. “Since he didn’t accept your explanation about bad angels, he may think nothing of saying something about the other long-heads camping just a short way up-canyon.”
“Don’t you think Lilith would realize what that meant and intentionally misinterpret?” Ramuell asked.
“Probably,” Azazel answered. “But Ru Ta might insist on introducing the two groups of angels and lead them up here anyway. We can’t hike out in the light of day. It’s alm
