Sixth day Part one
It had been a heavy day, but Paxma only half-slept, as usual. Throughout the night there was a bustle of wagons; at morning he got up just as Eslan was jog-trotting in.
"Hi, Paxma. You slept well?" he said, dismounting, "I've been dancing all night and I'll have to recover, but there’s time for that: today we’ll end the job."
Paxma placed his finger on his lips, eyebrowed him and nodded to follow. They moved away from the carriage. "One thing between you and me, Eslan. Not a word to anyone, OK?"
"You know that. Speak it."
"I need the last, let's say ... ten corpses, to end up there." He pointed to the rocks where he had reflected on Cordillera’s geology. "Those boulders form a circle: so, I need such bodies in there, but only when all is done … In any case, after
