Blatte tried not to look at the face of the man he was dragging by his feet to the heap of corpses, already far too imposing for his liking, built up on the bank, close to the reserve of trunks waiting for a now unlikely delivery. He placed the newcomer at the foot of his pyramid and looked at it, annoyed. At first in a hurry to implement his idea, he now realized that he had taken things the wrong way. Preparing the pyre first, and placing the bodies on the wood would have been more effective. Now he was going to have to drag logs all over the place and find a fuel that activated the flames enough so as not to repeat himself several times before obtaining a viable blaze. The young boy bowed his head, arms dangling. Even for this, he had no practical sense. He was staring at his shoes, soi
