All four of them turned their heads.
They came down the road out of the west with the sun behind them.
There was a man on a grey horse in front. Behind him came a cart with a driver in red and a woman beside him on the bench. Behind the cart walked seven men in purple coats, looking at their feet.
And sitting on the back of the cart, swinging his legs, was a skinny man with chapped lips and a very big smile.
'Beaver.'
Alex knew him at once. He had seen him behind the cafeteria counter a hundred times, a skinny man scratching at his arms, the kind of man nobody ever looked at twice.
'Inkos. The cousin. Of COURSE.'
By the time the cart reached the water, Selina and Kanos were flat under the bank, and Long was back in his place at the end of the teachers' row with his chin on his chest.
