Barabas leaned over between Curran and me and cut a small piece from my meat. Okay. He ate it, cut a piece of the bread, scooped a couple seeds from the pomegranate, ate them and stood quietly, chewing slowly. Finally he leaned to me and said quietly. “It’s not poisoned.” “A weremongoose,” Hugh said. “Most prudent of you.” “We mean no offense,” Barabas said. Hugh waved at him. “Of course. Would’ve done the same in your place. Can never be too careful.”
