“Who knocks?” demanded a man from within.
“We are caught in the storm.”
“Who are you?”
The priest turned to the man behind him.
“Tsang.”
“It is the family of Tsang.”
There came no response. He knocked on the door again, but it was useless. So they went on, in the reek of rain and wind-blasts, from house to house.
Suddenly the man Tsang stopped. He beat violently on a door.
“What do you want?” growled a rough voice from within.
“My house!”