CHAPTER FIFTEEN

We embarked on the long trek to Iman's home in the small hours of Tuesday morning. Smith was as loquacious as ever, vaunting about the country's wealth and it's history and gesticulating wildly, his sword was sheathed as always and he guffawed every now and then. He was a jolly fellow but somehow his loquaciousness didn't impress either Iman or the doctor, I joined him in his banter because I acknowledged and respected his adept knowledge of history. I could listen to him talking all day and I wouldn't mind. The doctor talked occasionally and most times in hushed tones. Iman was reticent for the most part of the journey.

By the crack of daylight, we were weary but we trudged on. Only Iman seemed to be so nimble on her feet, we had to rest as the journey wore on. When we got to a little lake, there was a wooden bridge across it that didn't look steady.

There are alligators in the water, Iman warned.

The doctor looked at me ruefully and I pitied him