Other people had begun to gather in the dockside square, both men and
women, idle, curious, and cruel.
"My name is Marah," Carey said. "I left the Wells of Tamboina with a
price on my head for murder." The Wells were far enough away that he
need not fear a fellow-tribesman rising to dispute his story. "Does
anybody here want to collect it?"
* * * * *
The people watched him. The torch-flames blew in the dry wind,
scattering the light across their upturned faces. Carey began to be
afraid.