The Border town: Chapter Eight
The singing sounded from afar. It was odd. Ebosele’s ears twitched, anticipating more. It was louder the second time. The voices sounded better than that of the Sburehc. Ebosele never thought it possible that anyone could sing better than the Sburehc. Rays of light shot across the semi-dark landscape, with breathtaking results. Suddenly there were …