Salvador Dali Argus

, though when he took it off, he missed its cover, for his bare arms and neck were soon burning. He dropped cloak and rucksack and ran the last few yards to the water, to fall on his face and swallow mouthful after freezing mouthful. It was so cold that it made his teeth and skull ache.
Once he'd slaked the thirst, he sat up and looked around. He'd been in no condition to notice things the day before, but now he saw more clearly the intense color of the water, and heard the strident insect noises from all around.
"Balthamos?"
"Always here."
"Where is the dead man?"
"Beyond the high rock on your right."
"Are there any Specters insect scrapings only scratching at the surface of it. The tents were still, the water was placid, with the ripples still drifting slowly out from where he'd been drinking. A flicker of green movement near his foot made him start briefly, but it was only a tiny lizard.
The tents were made of camouflage material, which only made them stand out more among the dull red rocks. He looked in the first and found it empty. So was the second, but in the third he found something valuable: a mess tin and a box of matches. There was also a strip of some around?""No, none. I don't have anything the Specters want, and nor have you."Will took up his rucksack and cloak and made his way along the edge of the lake and up onto the rock Balthamos had pointed out.Beyond it a little camp had been set up, with five or six tents and the remains of cookin. Will moved down warily in case there was someone still alive and hiding.But the silence was profound, with the