Fifth day Part three
Paxma's voice went out, and sunlight was about to do the same, when Oksana came in to light the lantern. "Gumersinda dropped by”, she said. "She didn’t want to bother you: just to say Eslan will be late. He’s busy at the moment."
Paxma grinned to himself: how could he not picture that occupation? Thus, nothing wrong, sooner or later Eslan would show up.
Quilen was just recovering from his catalepsy. "Fantastic. But … that Gruf … was he an ancestor of the Tribe?" He tried to sound steady, but couldn’t choke back a quiver.
"Only a half of it, my friend. Don’t you remember your people’s story?"
"Come on, Friend, Spirits know where I was with my head, when they explained it", gasped Quilen.
"I certainly suppose where ... Mmm … your Tribe came to the area where now
