MEMORIES
25 APRIL, 1305 (ST MARK’S DAY)
They did not commemorate ANZAC Day in the Hellhole. Mac felt that this was vaguely wrong. He found some beers and created his own two-up game from a carved bit of wood and his lucky twenty cent piece and a carved wooden copy of it.
“Why do you have a lucky twenty cent piece?” asked Artemisia, when he invited her to join. “And why is it here, in the wild past?”
“Wouldn’t want an unlucky one,” was Mac’s reply. “Fight Club rules. Don’t talk about the game. See you up top in fifteen minutes.”
It was her and Murray and Mac. They drank beer and played a token game, but it was too dark and the sky was too clear and soon they found themselves on their backs.
“What are we looking at here, Murray?” Cormac demanded.
“Cepheus just peeking out over the hor
