Revenge of the Foxes
A day of blinding sunshine... It takes a while for the brightness around me to gel, take on three dimensions, solidity and shapes enough for me to see the desert spread out in all directions as far as the horizon, the flock of sheep agitated by something, steep-browed wolfhounds lying nearby raising their heavy heads, perplexed at what is happening around them, and also three horsemen – right in front of me. They have galloped up silently or have appeared from under the ground, but whatever the case I have been taken by surprise: I have had no time to either hide or prepare for their appearance. The horsemen are unhurriedly honing their sabres, eyeing me in contempt and performing some ritual, looking around furtively, as if wondering if there is someone nearby who c
