Her piercing eyes seemed to tell me:
“What I would give to be in your mind on a few moments, young augur”.
Now my attention turns to the Big Wheel, a big cylinder with a diameter of about thirty metres where I could distinguish two entrances, one towards west and the other one towards south.
Lathuma was leant on the partially open door of the south entrance. It seemed he had no rush and his smile remembered the same emotions felt in the day of his cexa. More I approached to him more his smile marked wrinkles on the corners of his lips: he was recognising me. In his eyes I read complacency for the choice he had made, for having well placed his hopes in that three years of sacrifices in pursuit of a young mad with quick laugh and unpredictable dash.
He saw in my eyes the look he wanted t
