the smuggler’s bible


The sign on the path is stenciled out brightly. “DO NOT FAKE SWORDFIGHT BESIDE THE CLIFF.” Underneath are two further statements in German and Italian.

“It’s gotta be a Rosetta Stone. You’re expected to understand it’s all the same message.”

“Wow, powerful guesswork.”

“I think it’s safe to assume in this circumstance.”

“Oh, suddenly that’s the safe thing,” Rudo says. An eagle swoops by and steals his stick. “Shit!”

Aubrey’s own stick is long gone. He flaps awkwardly in the wind to get turned around. “Sorry I’m fixating on this. But it is, after all, a very long way down.”