"I can count five," Henrik said, squinting.
"There are six. Four women and two men. The fourth woman stopped to take a shit. See, there she goes."
"I don't see her."
"She's stopped again to wipe her ass with some leaves. She's half-hidden behind that huge fir with the yellow top. You might not see her from where you are."
They were lying side by side, a step apart, on top of a large cliff overlooking the forest. It was thinner here, and they could see a large clearing in the distance, maybe five hundred paces away.
They saw the pale flash of the woman's face as she threw back her head and looked up - almost directly at them, it seemed. There was no way she could spot them - they were watching her from behind a screen of seedlings growing at the edge of the cliff - but they both instinctively pressed their bodies against the ground.
"It's all right," Sven said softly. They heard a crack as a dry branch broke under the woman's foot.
