Roban licked dry lips. "What do you want to know?" he mumbled.
"The exact spot where the Ammadians climbed those cliffs."
"What are Ammadians?"
Tharn described them in a few words and Roban nodded grudgingly. "Yes, I saw them. There is a place in the cliffs, a sun's march to the west of my father's caves, where a river tumbles over the edge. It was there they climbed the cliffs."
"He is lying!" Trakor exclaimed. "At the cooking fires he said it was east of our caves."
Roban's small eyes, evil and ratlike, swung toward him. "Your mother was a hyena! Wait till my father gets his hands——"
Tharn shook him until his teeth rattled. "Where?" he growled. "The truth this time or I throw you to a lion!"
The words tumbled out. "Half a march to the west. There is a low point in the cliff there, making it easy to climb. They are not good climbers; it took them a long time to——"
"Were there shes with them?"