A hush hung over us all morning. Not a breeze was stirring anywhere atop the table plateau. All our conversations had the same quality, carried on in undertones. In fact even my thoughts seemed muffled to me.
The anticipated return of the water couriers was no doubt responsible.
I discussed my suspicions with Elijah about who among us may be the tares. Surprisingly of the half dozen I have identified (and the Purser concurs) only one is in uniform.
We thought it wise to have Tomas descend to the camel pen to keep a lookout- for them, and for the return of the water couriers.
The day was far gone when the couriers came over the rim followed by Jezer.