Chapter FiveThea could feel the tension in the air.
The Chief of the bandits glared at Nikōs with what she thought was hatred and envy.
Certainly Nikōs looked very different from them and she was becoming increasingly aware that the younger bandits were watching her closely.
She found it difficult to force herself to ignore them, but she managed, however, to hold herself proudly.
Only Nikōs’s arm around her gave a little comfort and she was praying fervently in her heart,
‘Please – God – save me and Nikōs – please – please!’
She felt that her prayer was now winging its way up into Heaven.
Then Nikōs began to speak.
“I want to tell you a story,” he started in his deep educated voice.
He was speaking the bandit’s language, but Thea could quite easily understand all that he was sayin
