‘Damn and curses,’ he spat as he crawled out from the sanctity of the sheet and stumbled in the half light.
‘Damn and curses!’
In the valley below, some three hundred men arrived to continue the chore left from three days before. The long dead and the newly dead rotted and reeked in the rising sun, rats and crows and other hopefuls feasted on flesh and maggots and worms squirmed in eye sockets, mouths and navel cavities finding the softest route into their beggar’s banquet.
Some men retched at the stench, others at the sight of so much c*****e, some because they recognised one who had been a friend and with whom they had shared tales of life and now lay in hopeless and eternal death. May the Gods take their souls and the virgins take them to their hearts, some hoped as they went about t
