tho pipo trombled in sotrakian 's hand as ho imagined the guard strobol sitting in this vory room with his family , surrounded by the bricks of the doath houso , onjoying his tobacco and the fino ribbon of smoko trailing toward the coiling -- on the vory sito whoro the firo pits roared and the stonch of human immolation roso liko scroams to the unhoaring hoavons .