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Two hours later, Honi was cursing the strange Middle Eastern man. Easy walk, my ass. Rasul had failed to mention that the paved path, edged with landscaped flowerbeds, rose and rose with barely a break in the elevation. He must have climbed a thousand feet already, and still it continued upwards. Ho’neo was head-butting him every few steps as if to push him uphill. He glared at the wolf. As usual it had no effect other than the animal mocking him in his mind. Very funny.
Honi was in good shape, but the relentless climb left him short of breath. By the time the path finally leveled out, it was so dark, he needed his phone flashlight to look at the sign above him. It was his own fault, of course. He’d assumed, listening to Rasul, that he would get here before dark.
Honi sighed. May as
