Sprawled next to one another on the right side of the sacred bench were three bodies. Their skullcaps were missing, and their black suits were torn and ragged in places. Two men and a woman, all very dead. Each body was feathered with twenty-centimeter-long shafts of some highly polished yellow-brown wood. Five tiny fins tipped the back end of each shaft. Flinx guessed that each body sprouted at least sixty or seventy of the small arrows. Or they might have been large darts, depending on the size of their users. “So, they followed us here,” he muttered. Pocomchi was searching the surrounding jungle with practiced eyes. “They did more than follow, Flinx—they preceded us. They must have watched us set down, then circled somehow to get ahead of us on the trail.” His gaze dropped to the corpse immediately next to him. Like the other two, it was missing both eyes. “They knew we’d come through here, so they set up a nice, efficient little ambush.” Water trickled from the lowest cistern into the outflow drain, an anemic remnant of the once-substantial volume which had tumbled through this place ages ago.
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