The Pool

The Pooldeep in the swamp they found the legendary waters, potent and magical enough to craze men with a wild greed to drink—and to killBehind their Clumsy Skiff in the red torchlight—late afternoon was black and shadowy as deep twilight in the swamp—the sluggish green reeds rose once more above the brackish waters, masking their wake almost before it could form. Francisco found he was not surprised at the unwonted silence of his men, the silence in which the slow gurgling sounds of their passag...