Judging from the variety of odours that swam the halls of this human warren many suppers were in the process of making, and the top flavour was garlic.

He sniffed pleasurably.

Not that the smell of garlic quickened his hunger.

It merely sent his thought galloping backward a score of years.

He saw Stefani Gregor and a small boy in mountain costume footing it sturdily along the dizzy goat paths of the rugged hills; saw the two sitting on some ruddy promontory and munching black bread rubbed with garlic.