‘So what do I do now? You’ve made me useless, woman!’ ‘That’s not hard, husband. Make us camp.’ ‘I already told my mule to do that.’ ‘It’s a mule, you idiot…’ Her words trailed away as she noted the flicker of firelight off to one side. Turning, she studied the large canvas tent, expertly erected, and the stone-ringed hearth where a pot of water already steamed beneath a tripod. Nearby stood the mule, eating from its bag of oats.
