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No more could be said, as they had reached Nana’s home, the old woman standing in the doorway, watching them approach. “The wayward children return.”
“We kept busy, Nana.”
“Busy drinking, from the smell of it.”
A somewhat hypocritical comment given Lara could smell alcohol on the woman’s breath, a bottle and a half-filled glass sitting on the table behind her.
“I’m off to bed,” Lara said, in no mood to be berated, but Nana caught Lara’s arm in an iron grip. With the other hand, she held out a bag that twitched and squeaked. “First you feed the snakes.”
Lara eyed the bag with distaste. Not because she had any particular aversion to mice, but because she was sick of the old witch ordering her about like a servant. What she wanted to do was sneak out tonight to have a look at the bridge pier, but Nana probably intended to sit up watching her. “No.”
Nana’s eyebrows rose. “No? Is the little princess too good to feed an old woman’s pets?”
Lara’s fingers tightened reflexively. Then her eyes lighted upon the shelves above the snake cages, and an idea began to form. “I’m afraid of mice,” she lied, flinching away from the bag as Nana swung it her direction.
“Get over it.”
Lara was forced to catch the bag or have the mice scatter everywhere. Silently cursing the old woman, Lara plucked a mouse out of the bag by its tail, carefully unlatched one of the cages, and tossed the creature inside before moving onto the next.
The snakes were all poisonous. Taryn had told her that Nana harvested their venom and used it to create antidotes, as well as medicines for various natural afflictions. There were dozens of vials of foggy liquid stored above the cages, and above those, countless more plants and remedies, all clearly labeled. Between each cage, Lara scanned the contents, smiling when she found what she was looking for.
Dropping the still wriggling bag of mice, Lara shrieked, “It bit me!”
“Which snake?” Nana demanded, a hint of panic in her voice.
“Not a snake,” she sobbed, sticking one of her fingers into her mouth and biting down to create a realistic injury. “A mouse!”
“Dammit, girl!” Nana snatched up the bag, but it was too late. The remaining mice were running every which way. “Taryn, catch the damn things before they get into my larder.”
Lara wailed, climbing onto a chair while the rodents took advantage of their freedom. But the second Nana’s back was turned, she snatched a small jar from the shelves.
“Catch them, catch them!”
Taryn was dutifully chasing after the mice, but she’d drank enough that night that her movements were too slow, the rodents dodging easily until she turned to stomping on them with her heavy boots. Lara took the moment to uncork the jar.
“Don’t kill them!” Nana had two mice by the tails and was shoving them into the bag. “The snakes won’t eat them if they’re dead!” She lunged for another mouse, and Lara leaned sideways and dumped a generous splash of the jar’s contents into Nana’s cup, once again grateful for the Ithicanian preference for strong drink.
“Got one!” Taryn tossed the mouse into Nana’s sack. Lara corked the vial and shoved it back in its place on the shelf, then stood on her chair watching, uselessly, as the two women collected the remaining mice.
Muttering under her breath, Nana proceeded to finish feeding the snakes, then she grabbed hold of Lara’s hand, examining the tiny bleeding wound. “Idiot. Will serve you right if it festers.”
Jerking her hand out of the old woman’s grip, Lara glared at her. “I’m going to bed.” Her boots thudded imperiously as she made her way over to the cot that had been made up for her, and she curbed a smile as, from the corner of her eye, she watched Nana down the contents of her cup.
Now to wait.
19
Lara
Not an hour later,the home dark, Nana’s groan split the silence. A moment later, the old woman climbed from her bed and staggered out the door. On her feet in a flash, Lara went to the wall of vials, plucking up one she’d noticed earlier. Measuring out a drop, she held it beneath Taryn’s nostril, silently apologizing for the headache it would cause in the morning as the gently snoring woman snorted it up.
Lara stepped outside into a pool of lantern light. A gentle breeze tugged at her hair, smelling of jungle and rain, the stars overhead only visible in patches through the growing cloud cover. Lara took the lantern, turned the flame up as high as it would go, then strode toward the small outbuilding where the toilet was located.
Stopping outside, she smirked at the sounds coming from within, then rotated in a circle, peering into the darkness. As predicted, a tall Ithicanian man appeared. “Is there something I can help you with, Your Grace?” He hooked his thumb on his belt as he eyed her.
“Oh!” Lara jumped, then pressed a hand to her mouth as though startled. “Well, I needed to . . .” She gestured at the building right as a tremendous fart reverberated from within, followed up by a groan of dismay. Lara might be out of her element in Ithicana, but when it came to narcotics, she was right at home. Nana was exactly where she expected her to be.
The guard’s eyes widened in the lantern light. “Right.” He was obviously trying not to laugh. “I see. Well, perhaps you could . . .”
