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“We sacrificed to the paluga,” he says, humorless. It’s so matter-of-fact that it causes a chill to race down my spine. “I’ll do best keep from finding out. We see.”
“Tajss provides,” Bhoja whispers.
“We best hope,” the driver says. “Plan is crazy. Hope crazy enough work.”
Bhoja is staring at me with an intensity that makes me warm deep in my belly and lady bits.
“It has to,” he says, not taking his eyes off of mine. “We don’t have a choice.”
The two of them lift the rug that is hiding the body and head for the stairs. I follow in their wake offering my own silent prayers to whomever or whatever might be listening.
35
NIYAH
Tajss provides. The Zmaj say pretty much the same thing.
It’s interesting. The similarities between the two species. The more I’ve gotten to know Bhoja the more I see his honor. His sense of duty and what I hope is the love he is capable of. Or that I am capable of. He definitely is awakening things inside of me and not just in my pussy, though that’s definitely got the heart throbs going on.
Outside the house Bhoja and the driver exchange words in their own language. I hope I have enough time to get to know their language myself. Fear flutters like the wings of a bird at the edges of my thoughts. It’s not front and center, but waiting there in the dark recesses, ready to pounce. Feeling it I consciously turn my thoughts towards the positive.
We’re moving and this whole situation is about to be over. That’s a big positive and is going to be a huge relief. All we have to do is lead these guys tracking Bhoja in the wrong direction, lose them, then circle back around to help finish getting rid of the body. Easy peasy.
The driver climbs up on the cart. The creature that is harnessed to it is a genuine monstrosity but it looks docile enough. It kind of reminds me of a roly poly blown up to gigantic proportions. It has concentric thick looking armored plates layered one over the next. Its head emerges from underneath them but it has no visible eyes, only two nostrils each of which are almost as big as my head.
Bhoja and I stand next to each other while the driver cracks a whip and the cart pulls away. Bhoja watches it for a few minutes then looks down at me.
“Now, we look like we’re discussing what to do,” he says, speaking softly. “Let them wonder what we’re up to. Okay, good, we’re going this way.”
He takes off and I stay at his side. When I glance over my shoulder he hisses and then whispers not to.
“Sorry,” I say.
“It’s fine. They are following,” he says.
“What if you can’t lose them?”
“Then the driver will handle it on his own,” Bhoja says.
“Can we trust him?”
Bhoja doesn’t answer for a while. The back of my neck itches and I scratch at it but can’t get relief. He frowns, looking around, and then shakes his head.
“I think so,” he says at last.
“But you’re not sure,” I say.
“We are in deep sands,” he says. “There is no certainty in anything.”
It’s an honest answer, which I do appreciate, but it sure would be nice if he’d just said yes. It’s late in the day, as such things are measured when you live under the ground. Mostly I can tell because there are fewer crowds. We pass by workers who are putting out the standing torch lights. I watch them work because it’s another fascinating thing they do.
I am doing my best to ignore how many people are openly staring at me. I see, and some of them I hear talking, and I can only assume it’s about me since they point as they stare. I move a little closer to Bhoja feeling really uncomfortable. I look for anything else to occupy my attention.
The streets are lined with stone pillars on top of which there is a burning flame. I have no idea how they fuel the flames. The pillars are about fifty paces apart, for my legs anyway. During the ‘day’ all of them are lit. At night they put out a bunch of them thereby creating a dark time.
It’s a clever method of dividing night and day. It also tells me that at some point the Urr’ki did live on the surface and they were diurnal. The surface part is an assumption but why else would they divide their day as if there was a sun when they clearly can’t see it? The Cavern Zmaj live deep under the mountain and this Urr’ki city is even deeper.
“How do we lose them when there are so few people?” I ask at last.
