Chapter 3Tuxtax emerged from the shadows of the forest and entered the bandits’ camp. He gave a quick prayer of thanksgiving that the first hint of autumn added a chill to the air, as it gave him a convincing pretext to cover his wings in a heavy woolen cloak and cover his trembling limbs as shivers.
Gingerly he approached the bandits’ campfire and offered a hand in peace. “May I join you tonight? I have gold, if you’ll give me some supper.”
“Surely. Welcome aboard.” One of the bandits motioned, offering him a place by the fire. He pointed to the overturned remains of a broken barrel, which another had used for a seat.
Another bandit let out a whistle and there was the sound of commotion from one of the nearby tents. A timid woman in a thin cotton frock appeared; she handed him a bowl o
