Seemed to Hawkmoon that he had been betrayed on all sides. He had trusted the Warrior in Jet and Gold and had had his saddlebags stolen; he had trusted D'Averc and found himself delivered.

Cannot you hear the path as you walk?" Nunez laughed. "I can see it " he said. "There is no such word as _see_ " said the blind man after a pause. "Cease this folly and follow the sound of my feet. " Nunez followed a little annoyed. "My time will come " he said. "You'll learn " the blind man answered. "There is much to learn in the world. " "Has no one.
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Hot and damp. The ground squelched when we walked; every step we took was a struggle through thick ferns and enormous broad leaves bigger than any elephant's ear that clung wetly to our bodies when we tried to push through them. Vines looped everywhere choking whole trees spreading across the spongy ground to trip us. And it stank. The stench of decay was all around us; the swamp smelled of death. The constant heat was oppressive the drenching humidity sapped my strength. I felt trapped imprisoned in a glistening world of sodden green. The jungle pressed in on us like a living entity squeezing the breath from our lungs hiding the ORION IN THE DYING TIME 131 world from our view. We could not see more than a few yards ahead in any direction unless we waded out into the oozing mud of midstream and even then the jungle.
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