Othar

The tales of flesh-eating scarabs too vivid in his mind, the half-ogre puts the scarab in his handy haversack, not too far away, not too uncomfortably close. Then he walks towards his quarters, which he shapes as a very spartan room bathed in sunlight which opens to an open yard with cypresses and a fountain.

There he summons new glasses and the same book he found at the library that morning, and sits down in the clean bed to read some pages under the warm light.