Chapter 8

“Never mind,” said Lucien, tearing off the top. “It’s bound to do some good.”

Scooping up some of the goo with his fingertip, he set to work brushing his teeth with it, spitting it out when he’d finished.

“Look,” he said, showing Edgar his teeth. “What do you think?”

Edgar laughed. “I think it’s too little, too late.”

“Hmmph!” snorted Lucien. “You aren’t going to dampen my mood. Not today.”

* * * *

By midday, Lucien had gathered quite a collection of miscellanea, including a cup, three bottles and a jug, more clothing, and an empty chest.

“This’ll go in the cave,” he said, examining the chest. “We can store things inside.”

They also ended up with a considerable pile of wood.

“We could build a small boat out of this lot,” said Lucien.

“We could if we had a saw, and a hammer, and some nails.”

Lucien grunted. “Well, it’ll make nice firewood.” He held up a shirt. “And this should fit me nicely.”

“I thought you preferred to be naked.”