The Search
By Noailiat
Torrents of rain lashed the
stone houses and lanes of the old fishing town of Nalipal. It was early
nighttime, and Nalipal was deep in the throes of a summer rainstorm. Amidst the
town’s atmospheric cobbled footpaths barely a Nali was to be seen, with most of
the townspeople warmly ensconced behind the lighted windows of the thirty-odd
houses, and the oil lanterns that dangled from the buildings’ walls swaying
under the force of the heavy raindrops.
Amidst this deserted scene
was one sign of life. Coloured lanterns flickered jauntily behind the round
windows of the large tavern that faced onto the harbour square at the centre of
town, the babble of several voices engaged in cheerful conversation emanating
from within – and on a bench in the tavern’s sheltered porch, two young Nali
were sitting side-by-side in comfortable silence in the light of a flickering
flame.
“It’s pretty damp out
there,” Luca said to his friend, who nodded, staring around at the sodden
harbour square with its stacks of crates, pallets and lobster pots. It wasn’t
cold, but the rain was spectacular.
“I think it’s the heaviest
we’ve had yet,” she said.
Luca was thirteen years old,
his friend Halil a little older. The two youngsters were close friends, and had
been for many years; they were also troublemakers, known for such pranks as the
one immortal time they had stolen plump restauranteur Putanuuri’s white chef’s
hat and tied it to the steeple of the Nalipal church, where it had fluttered
like a white flag in full view of almost the whole town. But about a year ago,
Luca and Halil’s sense of adventure had led to a joyride that had gone horribly
wrong. Rowing out to the remote bluff of Shokkar, a cliffy island out to sea
from Nalipal harbour, they had come upon a space ship abandoned there by the
Skaarj, the bestial lizard-like race that had once occupied the Nali planet for
many a year until a resistance movement that had erupted from the normally
pacifistic Nali race drove them away from the planet. Misguided by their urge
to explore, Luca and Halil had piloted the ship inland, but the voyage ended in
tragedy as they crashed and killed a much-loved elderly resident of Nalipal.
For a while Luca and Halil had been ostracised by the town, but when between them
they used the ship to decimate a fresh wave of Skaarj who had arrived to
re-colonise the planet, their crimes were forgiven by the townspeople. Luca and
Halil came out of this experience with greater wisdom and a sense of readiness
for the return of the planet’s former Skaarj overlords – but in the year since,
the reptilian monsters had not put in a second appearance.
Luca glanced at Halil’s
empty flagon of deunaberry cordial and stuck his hand into a pocket of his
leather jerkin, withdrawing a few silver and bronze coins, which he inspected,
and then nodded.
“Want another?” he asked his
friend.
“Oh – no, thanks.” Halil
replied with a smile, “Seeing all this water around, I don’t feel that
thirsty.”
Thunder rumbled overhead.
Luca grinned, and then replaced the coins in his pocket, before looking up as a
Nali whom he didn’t recognise emerged from the tavern’s double doors. To Luca’s
estimation, the Nali was about twenty years of age.
“Evening, kids,” said the
stranger with a nod as he saw Luca and Halil sitting on the bench.
“Hi.” Halil replied. Luca
nodded abruptly back at the stranger, feeling slightly irked at being called a
‘kid’.
“Isn’t it a bit wet for you
two to be sitting out here?” said the stranger.
“We’re okay. It’s dry under
the porch.” Luca replied. He was hoping to end the conversation as quickly as
possible, but Halil seemed more interested in pursuing it.
“You’re not from around
here, are you?” she said. The stranger shook his head and smiled.
“No, I’m just visiting a
friend,” he replied. “I’ve been staying at the inn.”
“What’s your name, sir?”
Halil asked.
“Mittari,” the stranger
replied. “Yours?”
“Halil.”
“And you, friend?” Mittari
continued, turning to Luca.
“Luca,” he replied.
“Then I’m pleased to meet
you, Halil and Luca,” said Mittari. He turned and lent on the railing opposite
Luca and Halil, looking through the rain in the direction of the town hall.
Lightning flashed somewhere, and thunder rumbled from somewhere out to sea,
closer now.
“Quite a storm you’re having
here.” Mittari said, still facing in the other direction. Luca exchanged
glances with Halil.
“Yeah, it’s the heaviest
we’ve had this summer.” Halil replied.
Mittari looked over his
shoulder. “It was fine when I arrived this morning. Is it likely to stay this
way tomorrow?”
“No,” Luca replied. “The
suns keep the rain at bay during the day.”
Mittari nodded. “Good – I’d
like to take a look around town. Perhaps we might even bump into one another
again.”
Halil nodded and smiled
politely. “Maybe.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice,”
said Luca, with a forced grin on his face and not meaning it at all.
Mittari turned back to face
the town hall and fell silent. Luca made a face and looked at Halil, who
regarded Luca with a puzzled frown. Then she shrugged, and glanced off into the
square.
A sea breeze had kicked up,
and was blowing raindrops in through the side of the porch. Luca and Halil
leant forwards to stop it spattering on their necks. Halil grimaced.
“Maybe we should go inside,”
she said to Luca. Luca lifted his jerkin to cover the back of his head, which
was starting to get quite wet in the strengthening wind.
“Maybe…” he began, but was
interrupted as a terrific blast of thunder let rip from right overhead with a
terrific crack. The three Nali whipped around to look as a bolt of
lightning streaked down somewhere to the left. As the glare subsided in his
eyes, Luca was able to see that the wooden crucifix atop the church tower at
the southern end of town was ablaze.
“Woah!” he exclaimed.
Astonished, he ran out into the drenched dirt square, closely followed by
Halil, who stood gaping at the burning church tower.
“We should tell someone!”
Halil said, but both were distracted again as another thunderclap exploded from
inland. This time, Luca could tell that something wasn’t right: amid the fading
sound of the thunder was a different sound – a kind of rumbling slither that
ended in a whump. Halil turned to look at Luca, apparently oblivious of
the rain that was drenching her smock.
“What was that?” she said.
Luca shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
There were distant shouts
from the western side of town, where a canyon containing the main road out of
town led inland. Luca and Halil stood watching in that direction as two Nali
with flaming torches sprinted into the square. They were clearly in a state of
some panic.
“What happened?” Luca called
as the two Nali approached.
“The main road tunnel!” one
of them panted, “It collapsed! Two of our comrades were trapped in the fall.”
Luca’s eyes widened. Then he
turned to Mittari and called, “Tunnel collapse! Get help!” Mittari nodded, and
then disappeared rapidly into the inn.
Luca and Halil exchanged
glances. The main road tunnel was a natural cave that led through the cliffs a
short way out of town. If it had collapsed completely, Luca realised, Nalipal
was as good as cut off to all road transport. But before he had time to think
about the implications of this, a flood of Nali emerged from the double doors
of the tavern, led by the innkeeper Tari and a Nali who had befriended Luca and
Halil the year before by the name of Motanisha. At the same time, the town
chieftain Lo’juura emerged from the town hall building across the square and
sprinted across to join the rapidly amassing horde of Nali.
“What happened?” he asked.
“The main road tunnel
collapsed, sir,” Halil said, “two Nali are trapped.”
Lo’juura nodded, and took a
torch from one of the travellers. “We must help them.”
“What about the church,
sir?” Luca asked, pointing to the burning tower at the southern end of town.
Lo’juura’s brow creased, but then he seemed to reach a decision, and he
gestured to four of the amassed Nali.
“Motanisha, take these three
Nali to deal with the church fire,” he said. At this, Motanisha nodded and led
the others up the nearest lane. “The rest of you,” Lo’juura continued, “follow me
to the main road tunnel. Netarani - fetch tools from the boathouse. We may need
levers.”
The Nali he had spoken to
nodded and set off for the boathouse across the square. As he departed,
Lo’juura addressed the two travellers. “Go to the inn and get some shelter.
We’ll bring your friends back to you.”
Lo’juura led the others in
the direction of the main road out of town. Luca and Halil exchanged glances
again, shrugged, and then set off in pursuit of the crowd of townspeople.
After a short stretch along the
canyon, the party of Nali rounded the gentle northward curve of the valley
towards the site of the main road tunnel. Luca, who had managed to weave his
way between the adults with Halil following nearby, had reached the front of
the crowd and was one of the first to see how events must have unfolded when
the lightning had struck the cliff top.
The cliff had crumbled under
the percussive force of the lightning and the weight of the rain, cracks
spreading out through the rock, which must already have been weak. Without
warning, Luca supposed, the roof of the cave had collapsed on the travellers as
they emerged from the tunnel. Their open cart lay at an angle, partly buried in
the wall of boulders that spilled out where the cave mouth had been, and the two
Nali cows that had been towing it, still tethered to the capsized vehicle, were
gnawing nonchalantly on a few tufts of grass that grew at the roadside.
Meanwhile, two of the travellers were still trapped amidst the wreckage; one of
them was pinned by his chest under the cart itself, while the other’s torso was
protruding from the fallen rocks, his legs buried somewhere amidst the
boulders. Both appeared to be conscious.
“Coming through,” said a
voice from behind. The crowd parted, allowing a well-laden Netarani to make his
way forwards with a coil of rope and several thick wooden planks under his
arms. He deposited the planks on the ground, and immediately several of the
Nali took hold of the implements and approached the rock fall. Others,
meanwhile, set to work freeing the Nali trapped under the cart. Luca and Halil
stepped forward to help.
Lo’juura was directing the
lifting operation. He and two other volunteers took the pinned Nali under the
arms. The remaining Nali crouched and put their shoulders underneath the cart,
waiting for the instruction as Luca and Halil joined them on the outer end.
“All right,” Lo’juura said,
once everybody was in position. “Lift!”
Blinking the continued rain
out of his eyes, Luca threw his strength into lifting the cart, and felt the
rest of the line of Nali do the same. With a groan, the free end of the cart
eased off the ground, freeing the trapped Nali’s legs. The Nali gave Lo’juura
and his two volunteers a grateful look as they slid him out from underneath the
cart, and the line of Nali gently lowered the heavy cart back to ground level
with a sigh. At once, the group of Nali turned to help the others at the rock
fall. Luca and Halil followed to help, but were called off by Lo’juura.
“Luca, Halil – take a break.
You’ve done enough already.”
They turned back, and knelt
down beside the freed traveller, who was being helped into a sitting position
by Lo’juura.
“Check his bones,” said
Lo’juura, who was supporting the Nali by the shoulders. Luca and Halil began to
check the traveller’s legs for breaks.
“Thank you,” the traveller
panted, addressing Lo’juura.
“We are glad to help,
friend,” Lo’juura replied, “but tell me – why were you travelling in this
storm?”
“Our encampment was attacked
by a group of Krall,” the traveller said weakly. “We escaped, but we just
wanted to put as much distance between us and them as possible.”
Luca looked up sharply from
his examination of the traveller’s right leg.
“Krall?” he said. The
reptilian Krall race were known to be followers of the Skaarj.
“It was probably just a
rogue band left over from the occupation,” Lo’juura replied. “Our people have
encountered them before.”
“But don’t you think it
could mean –“ Halil began.
Lo’juura shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it. If the Skaarj are planning another invasion, we’ll know
soon enough.”
They were distracted then as
voices from the right indicated the successful extraction of the other
traveller from the rockfall. Lo’juura stood and approached the Nali, leaving
Luca and Halil with the traveller, who was craning his neck at the site,
obviously keen to see what state the other Nali was in.
“I don’t think your bones
are broken,” Luca said. The traveller gave them a grateful nod.
“Could you help me? I want
to check on my friend,” he said.
Luca and Halil nodded and
took the Nali under his arms, helping him to stand up.
Luca and Halil split off
from the returning procession of Nali as it entered the harbour square. The
Nali Luca and Halil had helped to rescue was walking slowly, aided by Netarani
and the innkeeper Tari. The other Nali had not fared so well, and had broken
his legs when he was pinned by the rockfall, but his rescuers had improvised
splints for his legs with the planks and rope, and he was now being carried by
three willing volunteers. Luca stood in the rain watching the procession
re-enter the inn, before glancing across at the church tower, where several
Nali could be seen on the church roof attempting to control the flames.
“Crazy night,” he said to
Halil, eyebrows raised. “I’m exhausted.”
Halil was standing quite
close beside him, rubbing her hands together.
“Me too. And I’m soaked.”
“Maybe we’d better get
home,” Luca suggested with a bit of a smile, shaking his jerkin. “Mum will go
crazy when she sees me like this.”
“Yeah,” Halil smiled. “See
you tomorrow, Luca.”
She patted him once on the
arm and departed in the direction of the boathouse.
“See you!” Luca called after
her, then he turned and headed past the inn, where quayside steps would lead
him up to his waterfront home.
The next morning dawned cool
and bright, as it so often did following a night of summer rainstorms in
Nalipal. To Luca this was the best part of the day, before the full heat of the
twin suns set in, and so it was in a good frame of mind that he set out along
the lane from his house to the harbour square, where he normally met up with
Halil in the mornings.
Putanuuri’s waterfront
restaurant was only a short distance down the lane, and so it was not long
before he ran into the plump chef himself, who was setting out the tables on
the vine-sheltered terrace outside his establishment. The restauranteur hailed
him as he passed.
“Good morning, Luca!” he
called.
“Morning sir,” Luca replied
politely. On most days the conversation would have ended at this point, but today
the chef bustled over towards him. Luca leant on the wall that separated them
and waited expectantly for Putanuuri to speak.
“Bad business with the
tunnel last night, wasn’t it?” he said. Luca nodded.
“Yeah. It was a mess.”
“Oh, you were there?” Putanuuri
asked.
“Me and Halil helped to
rescue one of the travellers,” Luca replied. Putanuuri shook his head sadly.
“I spoke to Lo’juura. He
said that the collapse was very severe, and that to repair the tunnel might not
be possible.”
“Really?”
“There’s a team of
volunteers trying to clear out and shore up the tunnel mouth, but every time
they clear a few rocks several more come down,” Putanuuri continued. “Even if
they can fix it, it’ll take a long time.”
Putanuuri glanced around at
his newly set out tables.
“Bad for business?” Luca
ventured, noticing this.
Putanuuri looked up again.
“Very perceptive, young fellow,” he replied. “But I shan’t keep you. No doubt
you have places to be.”
Luca nodded. “Yeah. But
don’t worry about the tunnel, sir, your business knows how to find you.”
Putanuuri looked less
despondent at this, and smiled slightly. “Well, I thank you for your confidence
in me,” he said. “Good day to you, Luca.”
“See you later,” Luca
replied as the chef returned to his tables. At a wave from the chef, he turned
and continued on his way.
Beyond Putanuuri’s place,
Luca descended the flight of steps that led down to the quay beside the inn.
The hard-packed dirt floor of the harbour square was still damp but drying
rapidly in the early morning sun, and Luca crossed it with ease as he saw Halil
sitting on the quayside near the harbour’s single pier, tossing pebbles into
the water.
“Hey,” he said, stopping
beside her and sticking out his hand. She looked up and smiled.
“Hi Luca,” she said. She
took the proffered hand and swivelled her legs onto solid ground, then allowed
herself to be helped into a standing position. “How was your mum last night?”
“Oh… she was okay,” Luca
replied. In fact, his mother Matharil had fussed over him for the better part
of an hour, preparing a steaming bowl of soup that she insisted he drink before
removing his sodden jerkin and hanging it up to dry – but he wasn’t going to
tell Halil that, so he settled instead for a nonchalant look. “How about your
dad?”
“Oh, he was all right. Just
gave me a towel and sent me to bed,” Halil replied, shrugging.
Luca nodded. “So what do you
want to do today?”
“Oh, I don’t know…” Halil
began, but she was interrupted as they were hailed from behind.
“Hey, Luca! Halil!”
Luca looked around. Mittari
was standing by the entrance to the inn, waving. Halil grinned and waved back.
Luca, meanwhile, stuffed his four hands in the side pockets of his jerkin and
looked sullenly at the ground. He didn’t want to deal with Mittari this
morning.
“Good morning to you both,”
said Mittari as he joined them by the quayside.
“Hi Mittari,” Halil replied
brightly. Luca, meanwhile, muttered an incoherent “Hi” and remained staring at
the ground.
“I was wondering if I might
take you up on that offer of a tour,” Mittari said. “It seems that I might be
staying here a little longer than I had planned.”
Luca mouthed the word ‘No’
emphatically to Halil, but she ignored him. “Because of the tunnel?” she asked.
“Yes,” Mittari replied,
nodding. “I have too much baggage to carry on foot, or I’d be leaving by the
upper valley.”
“Well, we can show you
around, can’t we, Luca?” Halil said.
Luca looked despairingly at
her before rolling his eyes and nodding.
“Sure,” he said.
“Excellent!” Mittari
replied, apparently oblivious to Luca’s reluctance. “What better than an
insider’s view?”
Halil led them towards the
large stone-clad market building, where the movements of several Nali carrying
wicker baskets laden with glistening fish indicated that the day’s first
catches had already come in. Mittari asked many questions, which Halil answered
cheerfully while Luca dragged his feet behind. As they wove between the stalls
of the market, Luca began to tune out Mittari’s babble and concentrated on
inspecting the meats, vegetables and crafts on sale.
“Who’s your friend?” spoke a
voice. Luca looked up and realised that he had reached the fish stall of
Netarani, the Nali who had fetched the levers and rope from the boathouse the
night before. Netarani was gesturing towards Mittari and Halil, who Luca saw
were holding an animated conversation a couple of stalls away.
“Don’t ask,” Luca sighed.
The fisherman gave him a sympathetic look.
“Three’s a crowd?” he said.
Luca nodded. “That’s the
truth.”
“Can I interest you in a
devilfish?” Netarani asked, indicating a basket of oily black fish on his
stall. “A fresh catch came in this morning; they should grill up nicely with a
bit of butter.”
Luca observed the
sharp-toothed creatures, and was reminded of how he had rescued Halil from a
close encounter with such a creature the year before. Things had been so much
simpler back then.
Luca looked up. “Maybe
later,” he said.
“Very well,” the fisherman
replied. Looking to his left, Luca realised that Halil and Mittari were exiting
the market through the rear entrance. Feeling a little disgruntled to be left
behind and tipping Netarani a wave, Luca hurried off to join them.
Luca rejoined the others on
the cobbled lane behind the market and followed them at a distance as they
climbed towards the church square. As they rounded the corner into the open
space and the small church came into view, Luca was able to see the extent of
the damage the previous night’s fire had caused.
The timbers of the belfry
windows were blackened and charred, and the stained glass itself was completely
gone. An acrid after-odour of smoke hung in the air, and the stone surrounding
the skeletal windows was marked with carbon from the flames. The front doors of
the church were open and most of the interior seemed undamaged, but several
Nali could be seen entering the building with fresh timbers from a stack
outside and disappearing through the small doorway that led to the tower steps.
As Luca watched, a Nali appeared in the belfry and began knocking out the
ruined window frames. Across the square, Luca saw Motanisha observing the work
from the open door of his home. He exchanged waves with the Nali before
catching up with Halil and Mittari, who were looking up at the tower from the
centre of the square.
“How big’s the
congregation?” Mittari was asking.
“Oh – about fifty,” Halil
replied.
“Gosh!” Mittari replied,
“That is small. In Avenati we have several churches, and all of them have
congregations of at least a hundred.”
Halil smiled. “Nalipal is
quite a lot smaller than Avenati, Mittari.”
Mittari chuckled. “Yes, I
suppose it is.”
Luca gritted his teeth as
Mittari excused himself to Halil and went to talk to one of the workers outside
the church.
“Well, that should have been
pretty obvious,” Luca muttered. To his surprise, Halil rounded on him angrily.
“Why are you being so rude
to him?” she hissed.
“He’s a twerp, Halil!” Luca
replied.
“No he’s not!” Halil
replied, “He’s a really nice person!”
Luca shook his head
despairingly. “He’s a patronising idiot. Why can’t you see it, Halil? Do you
fancy him or something?”
Halil looked hurt. “Of
course I don’t,” she said angrily. “I’m just trying to be nice. If you can’t
manage it, then – just go home.”
Luca scowled. “Fine,” he
replied, “I hope you enjoy spending all day with your prat of a boyfriend.”
With that, Luca turned and
stormed off in the direction of the road to the harbour square.
Luca returned to his small
house in a state of high dudgeon. He shut the front door behind himself with
rather more vigour than was usual, causing his mother to emerge from the
kitchen. Matharil stood in the living area looking concerned, with a dishcloth
in one hand and an apron on over her smock.
“Luca?” she asked. “Are you
all right?”
“I’m fine.” Luca lied.
“Aren’t you with Halil
today?” she pursued.
“No,” Luca replied. “I’ll be
in my room if you need me.”
“Okay,” Matharil said, still
frowning in consternation as Luca turned to open his bedroom door, which was
located just inside the entrance. Once he was inside, Luca shut the door behind
him and flopped gloomily down on his bed.
Luca spent the rest of the
morning reading, but stirred when Matharil called to him that lunch was ready.
He marked his place in “Memoirs of Kew the Elder” with a leather bookmark and
discarded the book, then went out into the living area to join his mother for
lunch.
Matharil didn’t mention his
unexpected return as they ate their meal of vegetable soup, and Luca was
grateful for this. Instead, they discussed the weather, the damage to the
church and the collapse of the tunnel. Luca skipped over the details of how he
and Halil had worked together the night before to help the trapped traveller,
as it caused him some discomfort to think about Halil right now.
Following their meal, Luca
helped Matharil clear away the lunch things, and then left the house, telling her
that he was going to visit Philona. Philona was an elderly fisherman who was a
good friend of Luca and Halil, and right now Luca felt in need of a chat, so he
set out across Nalipal in the direction of the church area. As he passed
through the harbour square, he saw Halil and Mittari sitting outside the inn,
but carried on without making eye contact. Leaving the inn behind him, he wound
his way around the southern end of town until he reached Philona’s modest home.
Once there, he knocked once on the wooden door and awaited a response.
“C’min,” an elderly voice
croaked at length. Luca pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“Luca!” Philona grinned as
the youngster closed the door behind him. “It’s good to see yeh.”
Luca managed a smile. “Hi,
Philona.”
“Not got Halil with yeh
today?” the elderly Nali said. “You two are normally joined at the hip.”
Luca shook his head. “She’s
out on the town with her new friend Mittari.”
Philona raised an eyebrow.
“Mittari? Yeh, met him at the inn last night. Seemed a very friendly feller.”
“He’s a twerp,” Luca
replied, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Well, yeh,” Philona said,
rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I did kinda get that impression meself.”
Luca laughed genuinely for
the first time since he and Halil had met Mittari the night before. “Yeah,” he
said with a grin.
“I tek it Mittari’s the
reason yer not with Halil today, then?” Philona asked, a wise gleam in his
beady eyes.
“Yeah,” Luca said again, but
without the grin.
“You two have a row?”
Philona asked. Luca nodded glumly, looking at the floorboards.
“Well,” Philona said, “yer
won’t find anythin’ but understandin’ from me about how daft some people can
be.”
“Thanks,” Luca replied.
Philona nodded levelly.
“…but,” the elderly Nali
continued, “you and Halil have too good a bond to throw away over some silly
li’l jealousy thing.”
Luca looked up suddenly.
“Jealousy?” he said, bewildered.
Philona’s eyes twinkled.
“Yeh’ll understand me in time,” he said. “In the mean time, my suggestion is
that yeh patch things up with Halil as soon as yeh can, before things get any
worse.”
Luca nodded humbly. “I will.
Thanks, Philona.”
“Any time, young sir,” the
elderly Nali replied. “Now if yeh’ll excuse me, I have to write a letter to a
friend o’ mine who supplies me with me fishin’ nets.”
“Okay,” Luca said, turning
for the door, “see you later.”
Philona waved Luca off as
the young Nali closed the fisherman’s front door behind him.
Luca didn’t go to see Halil
that evening, but decided that he would visit her first thing the following
morning. And so, the next day, he left his house after an early breakfast and
followed the lane that wound around the northern cliff and past the vine
orchards to Halil’s house.
After a short pause, Luca’s
knock was answered by Halil’s father Latana, who looked at him questioningly.
“Yes?” Latana asked.
“Hi,” Luca said, “is Halil
around?
“I’m sorry,” Latana replied,
“but Halil already left. Her friend Mittari called round earlier to pick her
up, said something about needing her help.”
Luca sighed. “Okay, thanks.”
Latana nodded and closed the
door as Luca looked down the lane towards the harbour square and pondered what
to do. After a pause, he set off towards the steps that led into town.
Before long, Luca had
arrived at the harbour. Once there, he headed towards the inn. The innkeeper,
he thought, might know Mittari and Halil’s whereabouts.
Tari was already working at
the bar as Luca entered, wiping it down with a leather cloth following the
previous night’s business. He looked up as Luca approached him.
“Good morning, young master
Luca,” the innkeeper said. Luca had come to know Tari quite well over the last
year, since he and Halil had taken to buying flagons of cordial of an evening.
“Hi Tari,” Luca replied.
“Have you seen Mittari today?”
Tari paused in his wiping
and slung the cloth over his shoulder.
“I was hoping to talk to you
about Mittari, actually,” he said.
Tari had Luca’s full
attention now. Luca pulled up a bar stool; if Mittari was doing something
wrong, he wanted to hear about it.
“What is it?” Luca asked.
“He checked out this
morning,” the innkeeper replied.
“Checked out?” Luca replied
in puzzlement. “Has the tunnel been cleared yet? Mittari told me he had too
much luggage to carry on foot.”
Tari shook his head. “Not to
my knowledge. He told me the same thing yesterday. Exactly why I thought it odd
that he should be wanting to leave.”
Luca frowned.
“He had no luggage when I saw him,” Tari continued. “He did have
your friend Halil with him, though. She didn’t look too happy.”
Luca looked up. “What do you
mean?”
“He had her held by a
shoulder,” Tari replied. “He was chatting to her amicably enough as they came
in, but she wasn’t saying much.”
“Did he say where they were
going?” Luca asked.
“He said something about
them taking a trip,” Tari replied.
Luca frowned. What Tari was
saying didn’t add up; Latana had said Mittari had just wanted Halil’s help with
something.
“And there was something
else…” Tari said, “you’ll probably think I’m daft for saying this.”
Luca looked at the innkeeper
questioningly.
“He was hiding something
under his jacket,” Tari said. “As they left, it looked like he prodded Halil in
the back with it. It was probably nothing, but I know what it looked like.”
“What was it?” Luca asked.
This didn’t sound right at all.
“It looked almost like a
weapon.”
Luca’s heart lurched.
Suddenly, Mittari’s “patronising oaf” act seemed just too perfect.
“He took her by force?” Luca
asked tensely.
Tari shrugged, the cloth on
his shoulder shifting with the moment. “It hardly seems likely, does it?”
“I don’t know…” Luca
replied, “but I’ll look into it. Thanks.”
Excusing himself hurriedly
to the innkeeper, Luca slipped out of the inn and set off in the direction of
his home.
By the time he had reached
his room, Luca, with a knot of anger and anxiety building within his chest, had
decided what he was going to do. He would set out along the one path out of
town that was still passable, the narrow valley that led up to the local
blacksmith Kuri’s small village. Once there, he would make enquiries and see if
he could find out where Mittari and Halil were headed. But first, he needed
some equipment. Kneeling by his bed after checking that his mother was not in
the building, he slid a large wooden chest out from beneath the frame.
Luca blew the dust off the
chest and undid the catches. As well as a few knick-knacks that he and Halil
had found over the years, this chest contained several items that had been left
behind by his father when he had set off to join the resistance three years
ago. Lit’harani had been a devoted father, and when Luca had seen him last, on
the day he had set off on the mission from which he had never returned,
Lit’harani had presented Luca with a sturdy knife which nowadays never left
Luca’s belt. Now, Luca swung the lid of the chest open and considered what
additional of his father’s possessions he had better take with him.
Rummaging around, Luca found
the universal translator that he and Halil had discovered on the Skaarj ship
the year before. This he slipped around his neck and secured under the chest
ties of his jerkin. Next was a parchment map of the Shokkar coastline, which
stretched inland as far as Avenati town. Placing this item on his bed, Luca dug
deeper into the chest and pulled out the largest item within; a tubular,
metallic weapon of alien design. Lit’harani had never taken the weapon with him
– either he had simply forgotten it, or he had left it behind deliberately in
case it should ever be needed. The weapon had remained in the chest ever since,
but now Luca lifted it out and placed it on the bed next to the parchment map.
Looking at the dispersion pistol, Luca wondered bitterly if Mittari had used
such a device to coerce Halil into leaving Nalipal with him.
Once Luca had assembled all
the items he wanted to take, including the weapon, the map, a snack and some
medical supplies, he slipped his backpack off the peg on the inside of his
bedroom door and stuffed the items inside. The weapon he placed in last, making
sure it was on top for easy access. When he had secured the contents, he slung
the backpack onto his shoulder and entered the living area to leave a note for
his mother.
Completing the letter, Luca
discarded the parchment and quill, and headed for the front door where he
paused to reflect for a moment, and a moment of clarity passed over him,
lending an uncharacteristic, clouded look to his normally open face.
Before long, Luca was
climbing the soft grassy slope of the upper valley, which began as a narrow cleft
in the rock that split from the main road a little before the collapsed tunnel
entrance. The early morning air was cool and moist, and the light sea breeze
that followed him up the sunny valley didn’t bother Luca in the slightest –
living as he did in Nalipal, he was well accustomed to the elements.
Instead, he thought about
where Halil might be now. Somewhere on the road ahead of him, he hoped, but he
wouldn’t know for sure until he had spoken to Kuri.
Kuri lived in a small
village at Mein’Haar Falls, where the River Mein’Haar cascaded from an
underground waterway into a narrow canyon that led out to Lake Shokkar some way
north of Nalipal. The rocky canyon it flowed down was known to be treacherous
with its rapids and narrow sides, and it had been many years ago now that the
first users of the main road tunnel had built a strong wooden bridge at the
point where the tunnel broke through the canyon wall. Beyond the Mein’Haar
Bridge, the tunnel continued briefly northwards before opening out into a valley
that led to Shahari bay, then uphill and inland to the town of Avenati.
That was the road taken by
most travellers, but today Luca was climbing away from that well-travelled
route and towards the village at the cascade itself, where the blacksmith used
the waters of the cascade to cool his newly worked ironware. The grass
scrunched between his toes as he climbed, and the feeling of the morning dew
upon his feet was soothing. Gradually, the knot of anxiety that had been
clutching at his chest ever since his conversation with Tari began to recede a
bit, and he was able to think more rationally.
Mittari can’t be too far
ahead, he thought to himself. I
just need to look for clues.
The climb up the valley
wasn’t much further than a mile and a half, and before too long Luca was
emerging into the familiar clearing of Mein’Haar Falls. At Luca’s end of the
plateau, a few simple houses were positioned around a well, beyond which lay
the great waterfall itself, which cascaded down into a narrow, shaly chasm at
the clearing’s centre. Across this chasm hung the familiar wide rope bridge he
had crossed many a time before when visiting Avenati town on foot.
Luca shifted his backpack on
his shoulders and strolled across the clearing towards the waterfall. There was
no sign of life in the hamlet; the shutters on the small houses were closed and
the village was silent, save for the sound of the hens in a pen behind one of
the houses, which were making scuffling and chirruping noises in their cage,
and the distant wind and tumultuous rushing of the watery cascade.
Luca walked out onto the
rope bridge, which creaked slightly but remained as solid as it always had
done, then leant on the hand rail and looked down at the base of the waterfall.
There, a small wooden jetty emerged from the falling cascade, supported by two
stout uprights at the water’s edge, off one of which hung an old miner’s
lantern. A Nali was leaning over the end of the jetty, holding onto the
uprights with two hands for support, and using the other two hands and a pair
of tongs to immerse a piece of fresh ironwork in the cascading waters.
“Hey! Kuri!” Luca said
loudly, but the blacksmith, surrounded by the rushing sound of the waterfall,
didn’t notice.
“Kuri! Hey!” Luca shouted.
The blacksmith looked up, pulling the freshly cooled candelabra out of the
water as he did so. Kuri smiled and waved, then gestured for Luca to join him.
Luca signalled his understanding, and then stepped off the bridge again to
approach the tunnel mouth behind the blacksmith’s house.
The tunnel was dark, but
Luca navigated his way down it by holding a hand to the damp, rocky wall. At
length, it opened out into the large cave where Kuri worked his metal. A lot of
the light in the cave came from the daylight streaming in through the waterfall,
but there was also a warm orange glow emanating from the forge at the centre of
the cave.
Before long, the blacksmith
emerged from the curtain of falling water, the newly made candelabra clutched
in one hand. This he placed on the forge to temper it, before turning to the
young Nali.
“How can I help you, young
master Luca?” he said. “Are you in need of some ironwork?”
“No,” Luca replied.
“Then maybe an
apprenticeship?” said Kuri.
This gave Luca some pause
for thought, but then he said, “No.”
“It’s just that I know
you’ll soon come of age, and I could do with an apprentice…” Kuri added.
Luca shook his head. “It’s
very kind of you, but I’m actually here to ask you about my friend Halil.”
“Ah, yes!“ Kuri said. “She
passed through here earlier this morning with her new friend Mittari whilst I
was drawing water from the well to feed my cow. I must confess I was somewhat
surprised not to see you with her,” he added thoughtfully.
Luca’s heart picked up a
pace.
“Did he say where they were
going?” he asked quickly.
“I don’t know exactly where
their destination was,” Kuri stroked his chin, “but he said they were headed
for Avenati town.”
“Okay. Thanks,” Luca said,
nodding his head vigorously. Then, before Kuri could reply, he had turned tail
and was running back up the tunnel to the surface, ignoring the rocks that dug
into the soles of his feet in the dark.
Luca ran for quite a while,
and had got quite some way down the valley that led out of the clearing before
he realised that he was just wasting energy, and slowed to a walk. Out of
breath, he sat down on a rock and kicked the air.
Mittari doesn’t have that
much of a lead on me, I can slow down,
he rationalised – but the moment of calm that thought offered him was soon
fractured by a more paranoid part of Luca’s mind that seemed to taunt him from
afar.
What if they got on a cow
cart at Avenati? They could be anywhere by now.
And what does Mittari want with Halil anyway?
That train of thought took
Luca to a dark place that he didn’t much like, so he tried to shut his brain up
and slung his pack off his back. Rummaging inside, he pulled out a canteen of
fresh water and some of the cured rabbit meat he had borrowed from the pantry
at home. Munching on the snack, he considered what he might do upon reaching
Avenati.
He would easily reach the
town by the afternoon, he decided. The market would be on today, so he could
ask around there to see if anyone had seen or heard about Mittari and Halil
passing through the town. He would have to stay in Avenati until he had a clue
as to where the two Nali had gone, but once he knew where to go he would waste
no time in setting out on that path.
Midday came and went as Luca
travelled towards Avenati. Gradually, the twisting valley descended and
widened, and the numbers of palm trees and tropical plants increased. He saw
Nali rabbits grazing in his path, and they scattered as he made his way through
them, but soon returned to nibbling the tufty foliage. Occasionally a bird
called overhead, and once he passed a Nali trader who was struggling the other
way laden with baskets of vegetables – the trader had business in Nalipal, and
informed Luca that since the collapse of the main road tunnel was now common
knowledge, everyone with urgent business was travelling on foot – but on the
whole, the hours passed without distraction.
By the mid afternoon, Luca
was entering Avenati town via the arch of the southeast road. The wide, paved
street stretched ahead of him between houses of plaster, wood and stone. The
towers and spires of the town’s many small churches peeped over the roofs
around him, and between the cottages and houses many small, enticing lanes led
between the ivy-covered walls to hidden gardens and places unknown. Luca’s
business, however, was in the centre of town, and so he followed the road ahead
towards the distant bustle that was Avenati’s market square. The number of the
Nali townspeople Luca passed increased as he neared the centre of town, and
soon a plantation of trees heralded his arrival at the border of the large
market area.
The market square was a big
cobbled space, full of market stalls and Nali traders and townspeople doing
their business and dickering over prices. At the centre of the square, an
imposing water fountain dominated an island of plants and benches, atop of which
stood proud a stone statue of a Nali with his four arms outstretched. The
statue, Luca remembered his father once saying, was said to be of Glathriel,
one of the great champions who had helped the Gods of the Good Lore achieve
peace for the people of the world after centuries of war under Velora’s reign.
Luca weaved his way between
the market stalls and lantern-adorned trees as he wondered whom to ask about
Mittari and Halil. The bustle of the daily market trade was all around him, and
nobody stopped to look at the young boy who wandered in their midst, backpack
slung over one shoulder. Amidst this hubbub, Luca wondered, how could he expect
anyone to have noticed the odd couple he was searching for?
“Can I interest you in some
fresh Litha roots?” one trader was saying to a customer as Luca passed a stall
laden with fruit and vegetables.
“Slith tails, available for
one day only!” read a sign on an adjoining stall, where several slimy-looking
green objects sat alongside the more familiar meats of Nali rabbit, cow and
Ancathope. Luca wrinkled his nose in disgust and set off in the direction of a
different stall, where a trader was selling Nali Healing Fruit plants in
hand-decorated pots.
Passing a sign that read
“Get your candles and tallow here”, Luca approached a quiet stall where a
trader was selling a selection of colourful rugs. “Finest Na’thalian drapery,
only five gold coins a piece,” said the board above the trader’s head.
“Good afternoon,” the trader
said to Luca.
“Hi,” Luca replied.
“Are you in search of my
decorative fabrics?” the trader asked.
“Not exactly,” said Luca.
“I didn’t think so,” the trader said with a wry smile. “So how can
I help you, my young friend?”
“I’m actually looking for a
couple of Nali who passed through Avenati this morning,” Luca replied. “Did you
see them, or do you know if they are still in town?”
The trader furrowed his brow
thoughtfully. “Understand that Avenati Market’s a busy place, and I couldn’t
possibly remember everyone I’ve seen, but if they stood out I might recall
them. What would they have looked like?”
“A Nali of about twenty,”
Luca replied, “and a girl about my age. She might have looked unhappy?”
The trader frowned, but
after a short pause his brow cleared. “Yes, I do recall such a couple,” he
said. “They paused at the greengrocer’s across the way to pick up some
supplies.”
Luca nodded gratefully.
“Thanks.”
“Any time,” the trader
replied. “Good luck in your search.”
The greengrocer was busy,
but Luca joined the queue and was soon purchasing three Litha roots and a bag
of Thanilayan apples. As Luca handed over a handful of bronze coins, he asked
the greengrocer about Mittari and Halil.
“Yes, I remember those two,”
the Nali responded. “They were headed northwards. The older Nali asked if I
could recommend any quiet bars where he and his companion could pause for a
drink.”
Luca’s heart picked up a
pace once more. “And where did you send them?”
“The Cow’s Head Inn at the
north end of town,” the greengrocer replied. “It’s in a quiet square at the far
end of the main road. You can’t miss it.”
Luca thanked the greengrocer
and hurried on his way, pausing at the water fountain in the centre of the
square to have a drink and top up his canteen. With that, he weaved his way
through the crowd and headed towards the northward road. Every step brought him
closer to finding Halil – he just hoped that the trail wouldn’t run dry before
he could find her.
There was no smoke emerging
from the chimney of The Cow’s Head as Luca reached the tavern, but lights were
twinkling behind the frosted windows as Luca passed the pub’s longer side, so
he approached the entrance with confidence. It was quiet at this furthermost
end of town, and the cliff loomed above him, with a shaly path climbing the
rock face in the general direction of the Na Lati foothills. A tree planted in
the centre of the square gave a dappled shade to the four benches below it and
the cobbled street surface. A small church stood beyond the gabled end of the
public house.
The pub door creaked as Luca
opened it, and he was soon enveloped in a cosy gloom. The tavern was a long,
low-ceilinged chamber with several tables nestled below pillars and in wall
alcoves. A wooden bar crossed one corner at the far end of the room, with a
flight of walled wooden steps on the opposite side. There was no fire in the
hearth between them, but there was no need for it in the summer weather, and
ample light came from the frosted windows and coloured lanterns hanging from
the ceiling.
Luca made his way across the
stone-flagged floor towards the bar. The tavern was empty except for the barman
and a stocky Nali who sat on one of the bar stools, nursing a flagon of ale.
“Hello,” Luca ventured.
“Good morning,” the barman
replied. He seemed friendly enough.
The stocky Nali turned in
his seat and looked appraisingly at Luca.
“Ah! A youngster, eh?” he
said. He gestured at the bar stool next to his. “Please, join us.”
“Thanks,” Luca replied. He
un-shouldered his backpack and placed it on the bar, then hoiked himself up
onto the barstool.
“Arthuri, get an ale for our
young friend here,” said the stocky Nali.
“Thas’jiis,” the barman gave
the stocky Nali a warning glance.
Luca looked uncertainly at
the flagon the stocky Nali was holding. “Um, it’s okay…” he said, “I really
only came in here for information.”
“Please, don’t insult me,”
the stocky Nali replied. “If you want to chat with us, at least let me buy you
a drink. Arthuri!”
“All right, all right,” the
barman replied. “One ale, coming up.”
Luca watched as the barman
fished a second clay flagon out from under the bar and tapped it from a nearby
barrel.
“Thanks,” Luca said
uncomfortably as the barman placed the drink down in front of him.
Thas’jiis grinned. “Think
nothing of it,” he said. “Now, drink up.”
Luca wound his fingers
around the handle of the cool beaker and raised it to his lips, taking a large
swig of the amber fluid. He grimaced as he swallowed it; it was full of gas,
and left a bitter aftertaste. The barman looked on in silence.
“Good?” the stocky Nali
asked.
“Yes,” Luca lied.
“Excellent,” Thas’jiis
responded. “Now, you wanted to talk?”
“Yes,” Luca replied.
Thas’jiis gestured for Luca to take another drink of the ale, so he did so
between sentences, grimacing as the bitter fluid fizzed down his throat again.
“I’m looking for a couple of Nali who might have passed through here this
morning?”
“Really? What did they look
like?” Thas’jiis asked. “Arthuri!” he added jovially, “top this young master’s
drink up.”
Luca glanced down at the
flagon of ale. It was almost empty. Had he really managed to drink that much
already?
“Really, I’m fine…” Luca
tried to say, but Thas’jiis interrupted him.
“I asked you not to insult
me,” he repeated. “Arthuri – fill it up.”
The barman took the flagon
from the counter. Luca looked on dumbly as Arthuri refilled the flagon with the
bitter brown fluid and placed it back under his nose. He wasn’t sure, but he
thought he almost saw a smile behind the barman’s impassive expression.
“It was an adult and a
girl,” Luca said, reluctantly picking the flagon up once more. “The adult about
twenty, the girl about my age.”
Thas’jiis and the barman
exchanged glances, and then nodded slowly. Luca took another slurp from his
beaker, to keep Thas’jiis happy as much as anything else.
“Yes, I remember such a
pair,” the barman said. “They were planning to leave via the northeast road.”
“Did you buy them ale as
well?” Luca asked Thas’jiis. His brain didn’t seem to be working very
efficiently.
“Now why would I want to do
that?” the stocky Nali said – then both he and the barman laughed. Not really understanding
why, Luca tipped the flagon back and swallowed the remaining contents.
“Then I’d better be going,”
he said. “Thanks for the ale.”
Luca stood up and staggered,
clutching a hand to his head. He felt dizzy and unsteady on his feet.
“You’re welcome,” said
Thas’jiis, “any time.”
Without any further comment,
Luca shouldered his backpack and began making his way across the bar towards
the exit. It seemed a long distance to the door, and Luca navigated it slowly,
holding onto chairs for support. Before long, he had emerged into the square,
squinting in the sunlight that was suddenly very bright. Luca headed towards
the church on the east side, with his head pounding and bright, confusing
images swimming before his eyes, towards a reassuringly shadowy and narrow
earthen lane that led off between the buildings to either side.
“I’ll save you, Halil!” he
shouted, and suddenly burst out into an uncontrolled fit of the giggles, which
shook him and left him feeling nauseous. Reaching the narrow lane, he clutched
the wall of the house on the right for support and made his way slowly along
it.
The sides of the houses to
either side sheltered Luca from the afternoon sun somewhat, and after wandering
down the winding lane for a few minutes, still leaning on the ivy-covered walls
for support, the pounding in Luca’s head began to subside.
Venturing to take his hand
off the rough plaster wall, Luca walked slowly down the centre of the path and
blinked at a house ahead, where a mop and an empty pail stood by the closed
front door. The owner must have been doing some cleaning, he supposed. He
walked on, but as he did so he felt a horrible clenching, heaving sensation in
his stomach and he doubled up, fell to his knees and, clutching the sides of
the wooden bucket, vomited copiously into it. Having purged Thas’jiis’ ale from
his stomach, Luca panted where he was for a few seconds, before wiping his
mouth guiltily and standing up. He felt better, but now an unpleasant empty
feeling was gnawing at his gut. Swinging his backpack off his shoulder as he
walked, he rummaged in it and, setting aside the bag of sweet Thanilayan apples
– they didn’t seem all that appealing right now – grabbed one of the Litha
roots and began to eat it raw. It was crunchy and plain, and Luca immediately
began to feel better for it. He finished the root, then took out his canteen of
water and had a slurp from that, too.
Feeling refreshed, if still
a little woozy, Luca looked round at the attractively untidy cottages and
walled gardens that rolled past him to either side as he walked. Avenati town
had character, Luca thought, but right now he would have given anything to be
back in Nalipal, enjoying a relaxing afternoon with Halil on the waterfront. A
dim hatred for Mittari began to glimmer again in the pit of Luca’s stomach, but
he tried to cast it off and concentrated again on following the line of the
northern cliff.
The northeast road was quite
a bit smaller than the southeast road had been, and the cobbles that Luca had
found himself on when he reached the road soon subsided to dirt as Avenati town
receded behind him. The road followed the course of a high-sided canyon that
was sufficiently narrow that no direct sunlight reached the ground. Despite
this, a fringe of grass grew outside the low fences that bordered the road,
along with the occasional larger plant. Lanterns on solid-looking wooden poles
lined the path at occasional intervals, lit even at this hour to break up to
the shadows cast by the cliffs above.
Luca supposed that, since
the path was lit, civilisation couldn’t be too far away; and, sure enough,
after a few minutes’ walk the canyon opened out into a wider clearing where
three long, low-roofed huts bordered a central grassy space, at the centre of
which a small bonfire crackled. A rough washing line was suspended between the
two huts on the left, and a plump, red-faced Nali housewife was hanging some
damp-looking clothes out to dry.
Luca walked over to the Nali
and cleared his throat.
“Excuse me,” he ventured.
“Yes, dear?” the housewife
replied, turning and fixing him with a distracted smile, which Luca returned.
“I’m looking for a couple of
Nali,” Luca explained. “One an adult, and the other a girl of about my age?”
The housewife scratched her
head thoughtfully. “A nice young man? Well-spoken?” she said.
“Um – yeah, I suppose so,”
Luca nodded.
The housewife smiled vaguely
as if reliving some pleasant memory. Luca began to wonder what Mittari’s
strange power over females was – first Halil, and now this middle-aged stranger
seemed to have succumbed to his feigned, bumbling charms.
“Yes, they passed through
this way,” the housewife said, bringing Luca back to reality. “He seemed very
worried about his sister’s safety, though. Asked if the road ahead was at all
dangerous…”
“His sister?” Luca asked,
frowning.
“Yes, the girl he had with
him,” the housewife replied, distractedly again. “Now – you must excuse me,
dear; it’s been lovely to meet you, but I’m a little busy.”
“Okay, thanks,” Luca said,
hands in pockets, as the housewife bustled around her laundry basket once more.
He wasn’t going to learn anything more here, so he turned and walked on through
the small village towards the road, which continued to the north.
Luca trekked along the
canyon as the afternoon rolled on and turned into evening. He continued to see
signs of civilisation: the lanterns lining the path had ended at the first
village, but here and there a hut stood where the canyon widened out, often
with a small vegetable patch or a pen containing a few rabbits or cows. He
didn’t meet many Nali though; this wasn’t, apparently, a very heavily travelled
route.
As dusk drew in around the
youngster, Luca began looking for somewhere to camp for the night, for he was
tired, and Thas’jiis’ ale had left him feeling foggy in the head. Luca gathered
dry wood and pebbles as he went, and eventually set them down when he reached a
small grassy clearing where the canyon widened momentarily before becoming even
narrower to the north. From this clearing, a roughly hewn flight of stone steps
wound up a narrow cleft in the cliffs to the left. A wooden sign at the foot of
this footpath read “Commune di Florae” in carefully etched letters.
Shrugging at the odd name,
Luca knelt on the ground and began arranging the pebbles in a circle. He placed
the twigs in the centre of the ring of stones and struck two further pebbles
together until he got a spark. The kindling took light, and before long a small
fire was crackling before him. Luca rummaged in his pack and, using a piece of
green wood as a skewer, began to roast a second of his three Litha roots in the
flames. When the root was cooked, he ate it with the remainder of his cured
rabbit meat and drank some more water from his canteen, and by the time he had
finished eating, it was dark. Packing away his remaining Litha root, Luca lay
down by the fire, resting his head on his backpack. The clearing was quiet but
for the crackle of the flames, a distant, indistinct rumble of thunder, and the
chirruping of the crickets. Before long, he was asleep.
Luca was creeping down a
dark metallic corridor, his dispersion pistol raised. He was breathing in
short, rapid movements. From somewhere in the distance he heard a quiet,
guttural laugh, and then Halil’s voice reached his ears again.
“I’m coming, Halil!” he
whispered.
Luca awoke with a start,
breathing almost as rapidly as he had been in his dream. It took him a moment
to remember where he was, but then he remembered the previous day’s journey,
and how he had settled down to camp in this clearing… but something was wrong…
Luca was not resting on his
backpack any more; it had been removed, and several items from it were strewn
around him… and there was something moving beyond the fire!
Whatever it was didn’t seem
to have noticed him waking up, as its back was turned. Luca lowered a hand
slowly to his belt, where it closed around the handle of his father’s knife. He
crept, crouching, around the low flames and then pounced. In a flash, Luca
pulled the creature round and pushed it onto its back, holding the point of his
father’s knife at its throat. The creature gave a high-pitched yelp as it hit
the grass and then lay there, whimpering. Luca drew back, astonished, as he saw
what the creature was.
It was a juvenile Krall.
Luca was no expert, but it looked no more than ten years old. It had none of
the tribal tattoos normally worn by Krall, and it was unarmed. In one hand was
Luca’s bag of Thanilayan apples, and it was wearing a scruffy loincloth around
its waist.
“Please…” the juvenile
gulped in a faltering attempt at the Nali tongue, “no hurt Skrill!”
“What?” said Luca.
“No hurt Skrill,” the child
repeated, tears rolling down its face. “Skrill no want to hurt Nali.”
Guardedly, Luca pulled back
his knife, and the Krallopian sat nervously up, supporting itself with its
skinny arms.
“What do you want with me?”
Luca shot at the creature, resting the tip of the knife on the grass. The Krall
shook its head, eyes wide.
“Skrill wants nothing with
Nali. Skrill is only hungry, Skrill just wants food.”
“How old are you?” Luca
asked, returning his knife to his belt.
“Skrill is only nine,” the
child replied.
“And Skrill is your name?”
Luca said. The creature nodded vigorously.
“Skrill is alone. Skrill is
seeing fire and hopes for food. Skrill takes food from Nali’s bag, Skrill is
only hungry.”
The Krallopian looked
dejectedly at the ground. Luca supposed this was meant to be an apology.
“It’s okay,” Luca said.
“Nali not hurt Skrill?” the
creature said hopefully, raising its head.
Luca shook his head
reassuringly. “No, I won’t hurt you.”
“Skrill is grateful,” the juvenile said in a rush, tears rolling
down its face, “Nali is very kind to Skrill. Skrill has been driven away by
many Nali before. What is Nali called?”
“Luca,” he replied.
“Skrill is happy to meet
Luca,” said the Krall. “Skrill is sorry for stealing Luca’s apples.”
“No problem, have another
one,” said Luca, handing him the bag of fruit. Skrill took one, looking at it
reverently.
“Skrill has never been
offered food by a Nali,” he croaked.
The Nali and Krall shared
the apples as Luca asked Skrill where he had come from.
“Skrill was born on this
planet,” the Krallopian explained as he munched on his second apple. “Skrill
was living with Krall who served the Skaarj, but Krall is all killed.”
“By whom?” Luca asked.
“Many Nali,” Skrill replied.
“Many Nali attacked the clan when Skrill was smaller. They is all killed, and
Skrill is left alone.”
“When was this, Skrill?”
Luca pressed.
“Is three years ago,” Skrill
replied.
“Three years…” Luca
murmured. It was just over two years ago that Luca’s father had died in battle.
Briefly, Luca wondered if Luca’s father Lit’harani had been among the band of
Nali that had killed Skrill’s family; that thought left him feeling a little
depressed.
“How did you survive?” Luca
asked.
“Skrill foraged, and Skrill
stole from Nali. Skrill managed,” the Krall replied simply.
Luca felt a pang of sympathy
for the Krall: a mere child, orphaned and left to fend for himself in the
often-hostile environs of the Nali world for three whole years. Vaguely, he
wondered how Skrill had managed to survive through the harsh winters with which
Luca was so familiar.
From overhead came a rumble
of thunder. Skrill croaked despondently and moved closer to Luca.
“Skrill hates the rain,” the
Krall whimpered hoarsely, looking up at the night sky. Luca followed suit; the
stars and the two moons had disappeared behind a malevolent-looking bank of
cloud. Luca didn’t like the look of the looming mass at all.
Big, heavy raindrops began
to fall from the sky and the fire sputtered. Skrill gripped Luca around the
waist and buried his head under the Nali’s left shoulder for comfort.
“We need shelter,” said
Luca, looking around the clearing. The raindrops were coming more rapidly, and
knowing the vigour of the summer rainstorms that were common in Nalipal, Luca
didn’t want to be caught out. His roving eyes settled on the wooden sign at the
base of the steps – Commune di Florae.
“Let’s go,” Luca said,
disengaging the reluctant Krall from his waist and gathering the belongings
that Skrill had strewn around the fire. After a moment’s pause, Skrill helped
Luca stuff the items into his backpack.
“Where we go?” Skrill asked
fervently as he stuffed the last of the Thanilayan apples into Luca’s backpack.
Luca shouldered the backpack and put a hand around Skrill’s arm, helping the
Krall to stand up and looking towards the stairway.
“I don’t know how far it is,
and I don’t know who we’ll meet there, but they’ll have shelter,” Luca said,
gesturing towards the wooden sign. “If we stay out here, we’ll catch our
deaths.”
Luca set off in the
direction of the stone steps, still tugging the Krall as he went. The wooden
sign creaked on its hinges in a breeze that had struck up as the rain began to
fall.
The rain began to fall in
earnest as the Nali and Krall began to climb the gloomy staircase towards the
top of the cliffs. Before long the rain was coming down in sheets, and Luca and
Skrill broke into a run.
The path became lined with
bright lanterns on ornate wooden columns as they emerged from the staircase and
arrived on top of a plateau. Luca and Skrill found themselves running beneath a
wooden framework laden with vines, on which bunches of Thirumban grapes glimmered
wetly in the lantern light. As they ran, flickering lights began to emerge from
behind the blankets of falling rain, and then the shape of a great, red
sandstone castle with many roofs and turrets, bright lights twinkling in its
many windows. The path ended at a pair of huge wooden doors, which the Nali and
Krall hammered on, desperate to escape from the drenching rainstorm.
For a moment there was
silence but for the heavy rush of the rainstorm, but then Luca and Skrill
retreated as they heard the sound of bolts being drawn back inside the gateway.
The doors were thrown open, revealing a brightly lit hallway lined with a
multitude of leafy plants growing from tubs on the floor, draped out of on the
wall and even hanging from the ceiling below a series of darkened skylights,
and Luca stared, open-mouthed, at the bizarre sight that greeted him. Standing
in the doorway was a tall, plump Nali in flowing robes of a hundred bright
colours, with a long, grey beard hanging down his chest. He fixed Luca and Skrill
with a welcoming grin and then said in a booming voice, “Welcome, my friends,
to the Commune di Florae!”
“Well, come in!” the robed
Nali exclaimed. “You must be drenched.”
Luca crossed the threshold,
one hand held protectively on Skrill’s shoulder, still staring at the bearded
Nali. To see a grown male Nali clothed at all, let alone in such garish colours
as the reds, yellows, greens, blues, purples and even pinks that he wore, was
totally alien to Luca.
“And who are you, my young
friends?” the large Nali continued.
“My name’s Luca,” he
replied, finding his voice at last, “and this is Skrill.”
“Well, welcome, welcome,
Skrill and Luca,” the robed Nali said. “I am Father Orgio, head of this order.
Tintsaea!”
A female Nali dressed in a
similarly colourful robe swept up the hallway from the left as Father Orgio
pulled the great wooden doors closed and shot the bolts home. Luca sized her up
as she approached; the Nali looked to be in her early thirties. Her robes were
also extravagantly designed, but not so much so as those belonging to Father
Orgio.
“Yes, Father?” the female
Nali responded. Luca shivered in his sodden jerkin, dripping rainwater onto the
heavy grey flagstones lining the floor of the red sandstone hallway, which was
lit warmly by torches mounted in elaborately carved sconces.
“Get some dry robes for our
young friends here,” Orgio instructed the Nali, “the poor things are soaked.
This is Luca, and this here is Skrill.”
“Of course, Father,” the
Nali replied. She looked at Luca and Skrill and smiled. Father Orgio turned to
the two youngsters.
“Sister Tintsaea here will
make sure you have somewhere comfortable to sleep. After that, you must join us
for our feast in the banquet hall. No doubt you could both do with a hot meal.”
“Food?” Skrill asked
hopefully, nodding vigorously. Father Orgio chuckled.
“Most definitely,” he
replied.
“This way, my young
friends,” Sister Tintsaea said to Luca and Skrill, leading them back down the
hallway to the left as Father Orgio swept majestically off in the other
direction. Still dripping, Luca followed the female Nali obediently, with
Skrill following behind.
Sister Tintsaea led them on
a winding course through the warmly lit, heavily planted corridors of the
fortress. The castle was quiet, but Luca supposed that the rest of the order,
however many there were, must already be at the banquet. At length, they
arrived in front of two much smaller wooden doors. Sister Tintsaea gestured for
Skrill to open one; the young Krall looked questioningly at Luca, who nodded,
then disappeared into his room, leaving Luca in the hallway with the female
Nali, who pushed the second door open and gestured for Luca to enter.
“These will be your quarters
for tonight,” Sister Tintsaea said with a smile. “Please do make yourself at
home while I fetch you some fresh robes.”
“Thank you,” Luca said to
the Nali, then he stepped through the door, which Sister Tintsaea pulled closed
behind him, and his mouth fell open once more.
He had entered a massive,
torch lit room with a vaulted ceiling of the same warm red sandstone as the
rest of the castle. A grand four-poster bed stood against the left hand wall,
draped in a plush blue duvet. A long, polished dressing table with a mirror
stood against the far wall next to another door out of the room, and a large
wooden wardrobe stood to the left, beyond the bed. In front of him a shallow
spa pool occupied a large part of the floor, complete with a lily plant
floating on it. On Luca’s side of the bed was a bookcase full of old
leather-bound volumes, a work desk with a chair, and a neat stack of fresh
parchment, ink and quills. Lit candles were dotted around the room on top of
the heavy wooden furniture, offsetting the flickering torchlight with an
additional comfortable glow. Two darkened skylights occupied the ceiling, and
over the crackling of the torches Luca could hear the rain hammering on the
glass, but it seemed a world away in this warm and friendly place.
There was a knock at the
door, and Sister Tintsaea appeared carrying a set of robes with a mottled
pattern of blue and yellow triangles.
“Fresh clothes for you,” she
said, depositing the robes on the bedspread. She looked at Luca, still standing
in his soaked jerkin and thigh coverings, and smiled once again.
“You should get out of those
clothes,” she said, “you’ll catch a chill.”
Luca nodded. “I will, thank
you.”
Sister Tintsaea looked Luca
up and down. “You might want to take a bath, too,” she suggested, gesturing at
the spa pool and at a dry towel that was next to the fresh robes, “it’ll get
rid of that travelling grime.”
“I will,” Luca nodded
politely again, waiting for the Nali to leave.
“Very well,” Sister Tintsaea
replied. “I’ll be back in a while to take you to the feast. Drop your clothes
outside your door when you’re done, I’ll have them washed and dried for you…
and be sure to let me know if you need anything.”
“Thank you,” said Luca.
Sister Tintsaea nodded and, with one last glance at Luca, left for the corridor
and closed the door behind her.
Once the female Nali had
departed, Luca undid the chest ties on his leather jerkin, slid it off his
shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. He stepped forwards and dipped a toe
into the spa pool – it was pleasantly warm.
Satisfied, Luca undid his
belt and dropped it on the bedspread, his father’s knife still firmly attached
to the leather strap. Having done that, Luca slid his sodden thigh coverings
off his legs and lowered himself into the spa pool.
The water was soothing and
slightly effervescent; Luca lay back in the pool and relaxed for a few minutes,
then sat up and began washing the dirt and grime off his arms, legs and feet
with a pumice from a tray beside the pool. When he was satisfied, Luca
clambered out of the water and dried himself with the soft towel, feeling
invigorated, energised and, best of all, hungry. The prospect of a lavish
banquet suddenly became very appealing.
Drying the last of the water
off his person with the towel, he dropped it on the floor next to his soggy
clothes, and reached for the fresh robes on the bedspread. He pulled them on,
sliding his arms into the generously proportioned sleeves, and securing the
robes around his stomach with a careful knot of the waist cord. He stood and
looked at himself in the mirror on the dressing table, looking at how the blue and
yellow robes hung off his figure.
Not bad… he thought, although it felt very strange to be
standing there in such a billowy, colourful garment.
Before long, there was a
knock at the door, and Luca answered it to find Sister Tintsaea standing with
Skrill in tow. The Krall was wearing similar robes of a red and green pattern,
but from the grubby look of his face, Sister Tintsaea hadn’t managed to
convince him to take a bath as Luca had.
“Are you ready to go?” asked
Sister Tintsaea nodded.
“Yes,” Luca replied,
dropping his damp clothes and towel on the floor in the hallway and standing
with his hands behind his back. Sister Tintsaea grinned.
“Very handsome,” she said.
“Let’s get you fed.”
Sister Tintsaea led Luca and
Skrill through the winding halls of the commune once more. Luca recognised the
route for part of the way, but then they took a left turn down a hallway Luca
didn’t realise and he quickly lost his bearings, although they seemed to be
heading towards the middle of the fortress. At one point they passed through a
grand, marble-floored atrium with a sparkling fountain at the centre – and like
the rest of the castle, torches crackled energetically in their sconces and
plant life festooned every part of the wall that didn’t sport a door, a torch
or a colourful stained glass window. The rain could be heard hammering on an
immense, clear glass dome that dominated the ceiling of the atrium, but no
water made its way inside and the creepers below the roof were dry.
Sister Tintsaea led the
youngsters down a broad side hall that ended in a pair of solid-looking double
doors. A muffled hubbub of conversation could be heard as they approached the
doors, and as they arrived she pulled open to reveal a raucous and colourful
scene.
The banquet hall was a large
square room with a low, vaulted ceiling of the now familiar red sandstone
colour. Several wooden chandeliers hung from ornate roof carvings, each
sporting four bright torches and casting a warm, flickering glow over the four
long wooden tables that occupied the floor.
Two hundred or more robed
Nali of all shapes and sizes occupied benches alongside the heavily polished
tables, dressed in a myriad of differently coloured robes, conversing and
laughing loudly as they tucked into a gargantuan feast of assorted meats,
vegetables, bread and wines. Mouth hanging open, Luca looked around at the
ebullient crowd of Nali.
At one table, an extremely
fat Nali in yellow and brown robes held the rapt attention of three young
females as he told enthusiastically of some past misdeed or exploit, waving a
flagon of red wine around and slopping the contents down his robes as he spoke.
Two elderly Nali in magenta and blue robes were speaking quietly to each other
in sombre tones. Looking around, Luca observed several female Nali clutching
colourful bundles that had to be babies, and Luca was also surprised to see a
group of children of various ages, also wearing colourful robes, chatting and
giggling at the far end of the table on the other side of the room.
Father Orgio sat at a fifth
table placed crosswise at the head of the room, deep in conversation with a
couple of senior-looking order members sitting to either side of him. Sister
Tintsaea sat Luca and Skrill down at the end of nearest table, and then set off
to join Father Orgio at the top of the room. As Luca watched, Father Orgio
broke off his conversation and laughed heartily, then turned to Sister Tintsaea
and ushered her to join him at the head table.
“What d’you think?” Luca
asked Skrill, who was sitting opposite him. “Pretty amazing, huh?”
Skrill nodded vigorously.
“Skrill is impressed. Skrill is hungry.”
Luca laughed, and reached
for a bowl of root vegetables, which he passed to the Krall. “You’re always
hungry,” he said, “help yourself.”
Skrill spooned vegetables
enthusiastically onto his plate, and then reached for a plate of rabbit legs
and took one. He offered the plate to Luca.
“Luca wants one?” asked
Skrill.
“Thanks,” Luca said, taking
the plate, then, “err… Skrill?”
The Krall looked up from his
plate, where he had begun shovelling food into his mouth with his bare hands,
and gave a querying grunt.
Luca pointed to the knife
and fork to either side of the plate.
“You’re meant to use these.”
“Nonsense!” said a hearty
voice to Luca’s right. Luca looked up to see a Nali in a blue and gold robe
looking at him.
“If the lad wants to eat
with his bare hands, let him,” the Nali continued as he poured red wine into a
pair of silver goblets he had produced, seemingly from nowhere. “Here at the
Commune di Florae we don’t have any such things as conventions or rules when it
comes to eating.”
“Thanks, err…” Luca replied
as the Nali passed the goblets to he and Skrill.
“Brother Onthio,” the Nali
replied with a kindly smile. “I can see you’re new here, but don’t worry, it
won’t take you long to learn our ways.”
Luca frowned. Surely the
Nali of the commune weren’t expecting he and Skrill to stay…? But before
he could dwell on it any further, there was the repeated chinking noise of a
spoon on a goblet from the top of the room, and the assorted Nali fell silent
as Father Orgio stood up and cleared his throat to speak.
“Brothers and sisters,”
Father Orgio announced, spreading his arms expansively, “it gives me great
pleasure to welcome two new initiates to our midst tonight.”
There was a murmur among the
crowd. Luca exchanged a glance with Skrill and whispered, “initiates?”
“Yes indeed,” Father Orgio
continued, “little did young Luca and Skrill know when they sought shelter from
the rain tonight that they would soon be welcomed with open arms as the latest
members of our magnificent community.”
There was widespread
applause from the masses as Father Orgio raised his glass and sat down again,
and soon the babble of conversation had returned and the banquet hall was back
to normal.
“Initiates?” Luca hissed to
Skrill once Brother Onthio had struck up a conversation with two of the robed
Nali sitting nearby, “do they think we’re here to stay or something?”
“Maybes,” Skrill shrugged,
“why not?”
“I can’t stay here,” Luca
said.
“But they feeds us well,”
Skrill replied, bashing his fists delightedly on the table, “and we has nice
beds. Why would Luca not want to stay?”
“Halil,” Luca replied
miserably, eyes downcast.
The Krall stopped bashing
his fists on the table and looked curiously at Luca. “Skrill does not
understand…”
“Halil – she’s the reason I
was out there tonight. I have to find her.”
Luca downed his wine in one
go as Skrill scratched his head and replied, “Halil is a friend of Luca? Why
does Luca seek her? She is missing?”
“She was taken,” said Luca,
bringing his wine goblet down on the table rather harder than he had intended.
His hand fell into a fist beside it. “She was taken,” he repeated, his voice
shaking, “by Mittari. That traitor. That ANCATHOPE!”
Anger had welled up in Luca
and burst like an overfilled barrel. The silver goblet hit the floor with a
clatter where his clenched first had sent it flying, and Brother Onthio and
several nearby Nali looked up in surprise. Luca was silent for a moment, his
chest rising and falling rapidly; the other Nali, seeing nothing serious amiss,
resumed their conversations, but Skrill’s eyes were wide.
“Luca must miss this Halil a
great deal,” the Krall said quietly. “Does Luca miss her?”
“Yes,” Luca replied, still
shakily, “I miss her.”
“Does Luca love her?”
Luca blinked. The anger in
him dissolved in an instant.
“Love her?” he repeated
blankly, “I…”
The Krall looked at Luca
expectantly. Luca hesitated, confused.
“…I suppose I’ve never
really thought about it,” he ended lamely.
There was a moment’s silence. Luca retrieved his empty wine goblet
from the floor and set it back on the table.
“So how am I going to get
out of here?” Luca said quietly to Skrill. The Krall shrugged again, apparently
completely unconcerned.
“Luca will tell the Nali and
that he wants to leave, and they will let him go,” Skrill replied. It was so
simple that Luca laughed and broke into a grin.
“Yeah, why not?” he said.
The rest of the evening
passed in a blur of food and merriment. Afterwards, Luca could never remember
it with clarity. Much wine was consumed by all, and at some point there was
music and dancing. Luca also had a vague recollection of staggering back to his
quarters, guided by a smiling Sister Tintsaea, who had an arm round his
shoulder to keep him upright. After that, the next thing he remembered was
waking up late the next morning.
It was warm, and the summer
sun was streaming in through the skylights. Luca opened his eyes woozily and
watched the shimmering light that reflected off his spa pool playing against
the walls, where the torches that had been burning the night before sat darkly
in their sconces.
Luca slid himself out from
under his sheets, yawned, and walked slowly across the room towards the
dressing table, where his colourful robes were slung over the back of a chair.
Pausing half way across the floor, Luca blushed as he looked down and realised
that he was naked.
The previous night’s
festivities had left Luca feeling dopey and thickheaded. He put his robes on
and thought of his mother Matharil back in Nalipal. Amused, he tried to imagine
what she would say if she could see him now, but then felt guilty, as he
realised that she must be worried.
Still, Luca knew that he
wouldn’t be returning to Nalipal until he had found Halil, and cast such
uncomfortable thoughts aside. Today, Luca decided, he would find Sister
Tintsaea or Father Orgio and explain that, while he was very grateful for the
shelter they had provided the night before, he would not be staying at the
commune.
After taking a moment to
wash his hands and feet in the spa bath, Luca left his quarters and travelled
towards the banquet hall in search of breakfast. The castle looked quite
different by day; several of the plants in the corridors bore colourful flowers
that reached for the sunbeams pouring in through the skylights, and the
marble-floored atrium gleamed a brilliant white from the sunlight that streamed
in through the glass dome and reflected off the sparkling fountain. Several of
the robed Nali were gathered in the atrium, talking and laughing animatedly in
small groups.
The banquet hall was quiet,
but Luca saw Skrill sitting alone on one of the long tables, munching his way
through a large dish of buttered rolls.
“Hey,” said Luca.
“Hi,” the young Krall
mumbled, his mouth still full of bread.
“I’m going to do what we
said,” Luca told the Krall. “I’m going to find Sister Tintsaea or Father Orgio
and tell them I want to be on my way.”
Skrill nodded and swallowed
his mouthful of bread with a ‘gulp’.
“Luca rescues Halil,” the
Krall replied.
“Yes,” Luca agreed. “But
what about you? What are you going to do?”
“Skrill stays here with
Nali,” the Krall replied. “Skrill is sorry to leave Luca. Luca is kind to
Skrill. But here, Skrill can get good food and not be turned away.”
“It’s okay,” Luca nodded, “I understand.”
Skrill grinned. “Luca is
good friend to Skrill.”
“Thanks, Skrill,” Luca
replied, also grinning.
“But first, Luca eats
breakfast,” the Krall said, his mouth full again.
“Definitely!” Luca agreed,
sliding onto a bench and helping himself to porridge.
Luca ate a good breakfast
before setting off around the castle in search of Father Orgio and Sister
Tintsaea. The castle was large, and Luca got lost several times, and had to ask
the way. A number of the Nali he spoke to seemed genuinely interested in how
Luca had come to the commune, and on a number of occasions detained him for
some considerable time with a barrage of questions that left Luca itching to
move on.
By lunchtime, Luca had
discovered an open courtyard inside the castle, an enormous library, the
kitchens, the grain stores and the animal pens, but there was no sign of Father
Orgio or Sister Tintsaea.
Luca returned to the banquet
hall for lunch, where he helped himself to a tasty soup of cow stock and
vegetables, but his mind was on Halil and where Mittari might have taken her.
Luca hoped fervently that Halil hadn’t been harmed, and that the trail wouldn’t
have gone cold by the time he’d managed to make his excuses and leave the
commune.
The afternoon passed
similarly fruitlessly, and by dinnertime Luca was beginning to feel desperate.
A whole day had gone by and he had been stuck in one place. Tomorrow, he
decided, he would be leaving whether or not he had managed to express his
thanks to Father Orgio and Sister Tintsaea.
So, that night, having bid
farewell to Skrill at the evening meal, Luca prepared his backpack for the
following day. He stuffed all his belongings into it, except for his normal
clothes, which hadn’t yet returned from being washed and dried, and went to bed
hopeful for a quick departure tomorrow.
Luca awoke the following
morning to the sound of voices in the corridor outside his room. It was sunny
again, and the light shone brightly in through the skylights, illuminating the
room in the same cheerful glow as before. Luca hopped out of bed and slipped
into his robes – they weren’t ideal for travelling in, but if he had to, he
would.
No sooner had he done this
than there was a knock at the door, and Sister Tintsaea arrived carrying his
cleaned and neatly folded clothes. Luca’s mood brightened considerably and he
smiled – now was the perfect time to make his excuses.
“Good morning, handsome,”
Sister Tintsaea grinned.
“Hi,” Luca replied.
“I’ve had these laundered
for you,” Sister Tintsaea continued. “Not that you’ll be needing them here, of
course, but they are yours…”
“Thanks,” said Luca, taking
the jerkin and thigh coverings as she passed them to him and placing them in
the top of his backpack, which was resting against the wardrobe.
“Sister Tintsaea –“ Luca
began as he straightened up again, but he stopped. Sister Tintsaea had put a
hand around the front of his robes. She tugged him gently forwards.
“What are you doing?” Luca
said uncertainly, flustered.
“I like you, Luca,” she
said, beginning to prise the top of his robes apart. Luca’s hastily knotted
waist cord began to loosen. “I like you a lot.”
“W–What?” Luca stammered,
disengaging from the female Nali and backing off towards the bed. His heart was
beating a rapid tattoo against his ribcage.
“You’re a very attractive
young Nali,” she smiled, advancing on Luca and sliding her hands under the flap
of his robes; her fingers brushed against his skin and Luca looked downwards,
horrified.
“But –“
“Here at the Commune di
Florae,” Sister Tintsaea continued softly, “we believe in participating in free
love as soon as the body is… capable…”
Luca hastily tightened his
waist cord and began to babble incoherently as Sister Tintsaea’s hands rested
on his chest.
“Really… I mean… It’s very
nice of you… but I’m not even of age yet, and…”
“We don’t have such
conventions here,” sister Tintsaea laughed.
“Yes, but… I really have to
go… I mean… bye!”
Luca darted hurriedly away,
as Sister Tintsaea’s hands had started to move again. He his backpack up from
beside the wardrobe and ran for the other door. Bursting through it into the
hallway, pulled it shut and turned the key in the lock, then leant on it,
panting. He sagged to the floor in relief and began laughing in shrill, nervous
shrieks. Sister Tintsaea had just made moves on him, Luca, of all people!
His crazy thoughts were
interrupted by a high-pitched cry of terror from somewhere off to the right. He
looked up, all traces of mirth gone, as the voice cried out again, and the
small robed figure of Skrill came running down the hallway, his eyes wide with
terror and his grubby face wet with tears. The Krall tripped and fell forwards,
but Luca caught him, horrified.
“Skrill, what is it?” he
gasped.
“Nali!” Skrill cried,
pounding the floor with his fists, “Nali try to make Skrill take a bath!”
Luca fell back to the floor
and started laughing again, ditching Skrill, who landed on the palms of his
hands, still crying.
“Skrill wants to leave this
place, Luca!” the Krall whimpered, “Skrill wants to leave, now!”
“Okay,” Luca replied with a
grin, grabbing Skrill by the hand and helping the Krall to stand up. “Let’s get
out of here.”
Before long, Luca and Skrill
were running down the footpath beneath the vines, with the ruddy walls of the
Commune di Florae receding behind them. Having spent two nights trapped in the
castle, Luca felt liberated and elated to be free once again: the morning air
smelled fresh, and the grapes still glistened with moisture from the night’s
rainfall. The young Nali, still dressed in his yellow and blue robes, enjoyed
the breeze for as long as he could; for although the day would soon warm up in
the bright summer sunshine, the air still had that crisp early-morning edge to
it that Luca had once learned to love on his mornings at home on the terrace,
staring out to sea.
But that had been over a
year ago, when Halil had been by his side and things were simple, and
everything was right with the world. Back then, Kew the Elder had still been
alive, and Luca and Halil had been innocent and free…
Luca and Skrill slowed to a
walk as they left the shelter of the vines and trekked towards the top of the
stone stairway that led down into the canyon. There was silence for a while,
but then Skrill spoke up.
“Where will Luca look for
Halil now?” asked the Krall. The Nali glanced at him.
“I’ll keep heading
northwards, I suppose,” Luca replied. “That’s the way Mittari and Halil were
heading, last I heard.”
“Skrill will help Luca
search for Halil,” the Krall announced. Luca blinked.
“Why?” he asked.
“Luca is kind to Skrill,”
the Krall replied nonchalantly. “Skrill is Luca’s friend.”
Luca smiled. “Well, thanks,
Skrill… Chizra knows I’d be glad of the company.”
They were heading down the
stairway now. Skrill grinned toothily at Luca, and the two youngsters walked in
silence as they descended the damp stone steps – but as they reached the
bottom, Luca stopped abruptly, putting a hand out to halt Skrill and pulling
them both back against the cliff wall. A Nali was emerging from the canyon to
the north, setting out alone across the clearing: a male Nali of about twenty
years of age.
“What?” Skrill whispered.
“It’s Mittari!” Luca hissed.
He un-shouldered his backpack and handed it to the Krall, pulling out the
dispersion pistol and creeping along the cliff wall towards the Nali.
Mittari was ambling gently
across the grass, looking to all intents and purposes as if he didn’t have a
care in the world – and certainly not, Luca noticed, as if he’d recently been
involved in abducting a young girl and dragging her off to an uncertain fate.
Crouching behind a large rock, Luca waited for the right moment, and then
pounced.
Mittari had enough time to
glance around in surprise before Luca hit him like a cannonball in Nali form.
Mittari was knocked to the ground, where he lifted himself on to one arm and
looked up as Skrill came scurrying out from the side canyon, carrying the
backpack. Luca raised his dispersion pistol, pointing it at the traitorous
Nali’s chest.
“Luca!” Mittari exclaimed,
“how nice to see you again!”
“Where’s Halil?” Luca asked,
in a cool voice that was quite unlike his usual one. The Nali on the floor
grinned.
“Nice robes you’ve got
there, Luca,” he replied. “I don’t know how you came to be wearing them, but
I’m sure it would be a fascinating story.”
“Where’s Halil?” Luca
repeated.
Mittari shrugged. “I haven’t
got a clue.”
“I know you took her,” Luca
replied, “and I want to know where she is. What did you do to her?”
Mittari acted as though he
hadn’t heard the question, and craned his neck to get a better view of Skrill,
who was standing just behind Luca. “Who’s your friend?” he said.
“Skrill,” the Krallopian
replied defiantly.
“Sweet of you,” Mittari said
to Luca, “making friends with a Krall. I’ve always liked to see Nali reaching
out to other races.”
Anger was brewing in Luca’s
stomach once more. When he spoke again, the cool edge was gone and his voice
was uneven.
“What did you do to Halil?”
he repeated.
“I took her to see some
friends of mine,” Mittari replied casually. “They were very keen to speak to
her, actually.”
“Who?” Luca said,
brandishing the weapon angrily.
“Krall,” said Mittari,
glancing at Skrill, who shifted uncomfortably behind Luca. “There’s a group of
them who’ve set up camp on a beach not far from here. You could get there in
less than a day if you wanted to; no doubt you’ll be wanting to rescue her.”
Mittari smirked as if he
found this thought amusing. Luca glared at him.
“Why? Why did you do it?” he
said.
“To be on the winning team,”
Mittari replied. “The Skaarj are coming, you know… You and your Nali friends
may be in denial, you may think you’ve kept them at bay, but the attack last
year was only the beginning. They’re coming back, and this time it’s for good.”
“Halil and I aren’t denial,”
Luca retorted. “But we can fight the Skaarj. We’ve done it before.”
Mittari laughed derisively.
“The Nali resistance will
fail. The Skaarj aren’t going to make the same mistake again. They’ll flatten
anyone who stands in their way, and when that time comes, I’m going to make
sure I’m on the right side!”
“But why Halil? What can she
offer the Krall?” said Luca.
“The Skaarj aren’t stupid,”
Mittari replied. “They know where the ship that destroyed their attack force
came from, and they want to know how big a resistance force they’re facing in
Nalipal, so that they can crush it. The Nali I spoke to at your tavern were
very helpful, they knew just who I should talk to… you two are quite the local
heroes, apparently, considering how young you are.”
“There is no resistance
force in Nalipal!” Luca shouted. “It was just me and Halil flying a dumb Skaarj
ship!”
“And I’m sure the Skaarj
will be delighted to hear that when Halil tells them everything,” Mittari
replied with an unpleasant smile.
“What makes you think she’ll
talk?”
Mittari’s smile widened.
“Oh, she’ll talk…”
Luca uttered a curse and
delivered a savage kick to Mittari’s stomach. The Nali doubled up, wheezing.
“You son of an Ancathope!”
Luca yelled, moving his dispersion pistol to point to Mittari’s head. “You’ll
pay for this!”
“You’re going to kill me,
are you?” Mittari panted, between heavy breaths.
“It’d be what you deserve,”
Luca replied, placing a finger on the trigger.
“Oh, I don’t doubt it, my
young friend,” Mittari said with a smile, recovering his composure, “but you
won’t kill another Nali. You don’t have it in you.”
Luca aimed the weapon, fury
coursing in his veins, but when he tried to squeeze the trigger, nothing
happened. He stood frozen for a few seconds, his eyes boring into Mittari’s
unconcerned face, but then faltered. Feeling defeated, he lowered his weapon.
Skrill moved closer to Luca
and grabbed his hand as Mittari scrambled to his feet, that hateful smirk back
on his face.
“Be seeing you,” he leered,
before turning and walking towards the main road back to Avenati. Luca turned,
weapon dangling loosely from his hand, and watched as Mittari turned for one
last parting shot.
“You chose the wrong side,
Luca, remember that… and when we meet again, I won’t be alone. The Skaarj will
crush your precious Nalipal, and all who inhabit it!”
And with that he
disappeared, setting off out of the clearing at a run.
“Luca did not kill Mittari,”
Skrill whispered. Luca shook his head and relieved Skrill of his backpack.
“Before long I may wish I
had killed him,” he replied, returning the weapon to the bag and swinging it
back over his shoulder. “Come on, we’ve got a friend to rescue.”
And he turned north and
walked out of the clearing, with Skrill in tow.
The morning rolled on as
Luca and Skrill travelled steadily northwards. They stopped for lunch in a
clearing where the narrow canyon crossed a wider one that led from west to
east. They shared Luca’s remaining Litha root and Thanilayan apples, sitting on
a rock below a wooden signpost that stood at the crossroads. “Na Lati Town” was
signed to the east, “Avenati Town” to the south, and “Minatha Bay” to the
north. The western route, Luca supposed, would eventually lead to the great
grasslands of the Na Lati plains beyond the foothills.
After finishing their meal
and sharing a drink from Luca’s canteen of water, which he had refilled at the
commune, the Nali and Krall stood once more and continued up the northern
canyon. The canyon wound gradually to the northeast as they travelled, and as
the afternoon rolled on the passage became a gradual downhill slope. As the
canyon widened out the grass became scrubbier and the ground became shaly.
“Luca, we is nearing the
beach,” Skrill said, pointing. They had rounded a bend in the canyon at the top
of a steep slope, and sure enough, a strip of greyish sand and blue sea had
sprung into view over the top of the descending cliffs, with the northern
mountains, shrouded in wispy cloud, looming above the coast in the distance.
“Let’s rest here for a
second,” Luca suggested. “I have to change.”
While Skrill sat on a
boulder and stared out to sea, Luca un-shouldered his backpack and fished out
his neatly folded clothes. He undid his robes and slid them off his shoulders,
then bent down and pulled on his thigh-coverings, fastening them with his
leather belt. His father’s knife, still in its holster, rested reassuringly
against his hip as he did so. Luca folded the robes and put them in his
backpack, retrieving the dispersion pistol, then put on his familiar leather
jerkin and fastened the ties across his chest. Shouldering his backpack once
more and carrying the energy weapon in a right hand, he turned to Skrill and
said, “Let’s go.”
The two youngsters made
their way gradually down the uneven, shaly slope, holding the cliff wall for
support. Before long, they had reached the bottom, and turned a corner in the
canyon to find Minatha Bay laid out before them.
The evening was upon them
now, and Minatha Bay stretched away in the low sunlight, with its large
boulders casting shadows over seaweed-laden rock pools. The beach must be at
least a mile long, possibly two, Luca thought; the coarse, greyish sand
stretched off for as far as the eye could see, and the water stretched away
with it, with small, white waves lapping quietly against sands, breaking over
the litter of pebbles and seaweed that lay on the tide line. To the right and
closer to the water, a wider canyon containing a dirt road headed to the
southwards; presumably back to Na Lati town.
What really caught Luca’s
eye, though, was the ugly structure that had appeared on the shingly sand
towards the water line: a sprawling complex of low-roofed, drab metal buildings
connected by a mixture of glass tunnels and open causeways, constructed on
increasingly tall metal stilts towards the water, keeping it level against the
gradual slope of the beach. A further causeway stretched out from the
improvised outpost to a position over the water, beyond which a large,
streamlined metal launch rose and fell gently on the swell of the waves. Krall
could be seen patrolling the open causeways and glass tunnels, emerging first
from one building and then disappearing into the next.
“Wow…” Luca whispered,
taking shelter behind a rocky outcrop just beyond the canyon mouth and watching
the patrolling Krall. “How are we going to get Halil out of this place?”
Luca watched as a pair of
lights came on to either side of the nearest entrance and a Krall emerged from
the base, stopping on the threshold and looking from left to right, holding its
concussion staff loosely in one hand and resting it on the ground.
“More importantly, how are
we going to get in to start with?” Luca muttered.
The juvenile Krall scratched
his head. “Skrill has an idea,” he piped up.
“What is it?” Luca replied.
Skrill leant forwards and
whispered his plan into Luca’s ear. When he was done, Luca nodded his
agreement.
“That might work. You’d
better give me your robe first, though, or he’ll get suspicious.”
Skrill nodded feverishly and
unfastened his red and green commune robes, handing them to Luca. As Luca
stuffed the robes into his backpack, he saw that Skrill was now wearing the
same loincloth he had been wearing when they first met but, like Luca’s
clothes, it had been thoroughly cleaned.
“Skrill is ready,” the young
Krall said determinedly.
“Okay,” Luca replied,
clapping an encouraging hand on the Krall’s arm. “Good luck…”
Luca watched as Skrill
scampered over towards the base, where the guard was looking out to sea. The
guard looked round as Skrill waylaid him, to all casual observers in a state of
grievous distress, crying openly and gesticulating wildly towards the road to
Na Lati.
Luca grinned and broke his
cover, moving quietly with his dispersion pistol raised towards the guard, who
was speaking rapidly in the guttural Krall language to Skrill, who was
responding in kind. As Luca approached quietly, his toes sinking in the sand,
the universal translator he was wearing kicked in and he began to understand
what they were saying.
“You are being followed?”
the adult Krall croaked, scouring the beach with his eyes. “By whom?”
“A Nali, with a weapon!”
Skrill was crying. “He wants to kill me because I stole fruit from his crops!”
Luca had reached the door
and turned, training his dispersion pistol on the Krall guard’s head and hoping
that his aim would be true.
“Stay here,” the guard
instructed Skrill, “I will get help.”
The guard turned for the
door just as Luca fired. The Krall had just enough time to register Luca’s
presence and to look startled before Luca’s shot hit it on the forehead and it
fell to the ground, stunned.
“Nice one…” Luca said
quickly to Skrill, extending an arm. “Let’s go.”
With the shortest of pauses
to look at the prone form of the guard lying on the sand, Skrill grabbed the
proffered hand, and they ran forwards and entered the outpost.
They halted in a strangely
familiar metal corridor just inside the doorway. To the right it led into one
of the covered glass walkways with a view of the beach, but to the left it led
on for a while and then disappeared around a corner. With a jolt, Luca realised
that it was very similar to the metal corridor he had seen in his dream on the
night he had met Skrill, but it wasn’t as dark. Electric lights hummed in the
ceiling at regular intervals, bathing the stencilled metal walls and floor in a
bright, blue-tinged glow, and several computer banks lined the hallway.
“Come on,” Luca said,
starting up the hallway with Skrill, “we don’t have much time. In a minute,
someone’s going to see the Krall we left unconscious outside, or he’s going to
wake up… either way, they’ll raise the alarm, and then we’ll really be in
trouble.”
“But Luca can fight,” Skrill
replied, speaking in Nali once again. Luca shook his head and glanced at the
dispersion pistol he was holding.
“I don’t think this is a
very powerful weapon. I might be able to take on one Krall, but if I have to
fight two at once, or something worse…” Luca shook his head again. “We’d never
make it.”
They rounded the corner to
the right and passed an open doorway. Luca glanced inside looking for signs of
trouble, but it appeared only to be some kind mess hall, and it was empty.
They continued down the
corridor and emerged into another of the glass walkways. Luca looked to the
right and saw a Krall running between two of the outpost modules further down
the beach – this left Luca feeling very uneasy as he and Skrill closed the distance
to the next module down the tunnel.
There was the screech of a
claxon from the centre of the base, and suddenly the tunnel was alight with
flashing red lights as the sound of sirens spread across the base. Luca pulled
Skrill through the door into the next module, which was a storage room full of
metal crates and barrels, and they dived behind a stack of these as the sound
of running footsteps filled the corridor behind them.
Luca peered out from between
the crates as a Krall emerged from the tunnel they had just come down, met in
the other direction by a tough-looking Krall with blue body tattoos.
“Ka’thar! What has
happened?” the blue Krall demanded. Its subordinate began to gabble rapidly in
the Krall language.
“Grok K’hranna, there has
been an attack! Mar’thak has been struck down outside the south entrance!”
“Guard the prisoner!” Grok
K’hranna ordered. “It may be a rescue party!”
“At once!” the Krall called
Ka’thar saluted. Grok K’hranna disappeared back the way Ka’thar had come, and
Ka’thar ran off on down the hallway.
“Come on!” Luca hissed to
Skrill, jumping out from behind the crate and following the retreating back of
the Krall.
Skrill leapt up and followed
Luca down the hallway as he pelted after Ka’thar, who was already at the far
end of the next glass tunnel.
As Luca and Skrill entered
the next module of the base, Luca had just enough time to realise that the
corridor they had entered was now very familiar, before he rounded a
corner and saw Ka’thar standing at the ready and, chained to the wall beside
him but limp and motionless, Halil.
Ka’thar readied his
concussion staff, but Luca leapt on him with a high-pitched roar, bringing his
weapon hard down on the side of the Krall’s head. Ka’thar reeled under a
barrage of blows from Luca and knocked the young Nali down, but then cried out
in pain as Skrill leapt into the fray with a cry of “You no hurt Luca!” and
sank his teeth deep into Ka’thar’s leg. Luca leapt up, plunged the dispersion
pistol into the Ka’thar’s chest and fired once: the Krall fell to the floor,
with a massive scorch mark on its chest, and lay motionless.
“Is Luca okay?” Skrill said,
disengaging his teeth from Ka’thar’s leg.
“Yeah, thanks to you,” Luca
said, “but we’ve got to get Halil out of here.”
Skrill jumped forwards and
wrestled with the chains attaching Halil to the wall, but Luca pulled him back
and pointed his weapon at the bracket. He aimed and fired, and the chains fell
away; Halil flopped forwards, unsupported, but Luca was ready and caught her
under the arm. Luca saw with immense relief that she was still breathing,
albeit shallowly.
“Help me with her,” he
panted to Skrill, trying to stand up with Halil hanging by a shoulder. Skrill
hopped nimbly to Halil’s other side and grabbed her under the lower arm, and
between them he and Luca managed to lift the unconscious Halil into a standing
position.
Pulling Halil along with
them, Luca and Skrill ran back through the base, traversing the glass hallways
and metal corridors at speed. They reached the open entrance without opposition,
but Luca paused on the threshold and turned. Still supporting Halil’s other
side, Skrill halted.
“What you do, Luca?” the
young Krall yelped over the sound of the claxon. “We must run from here!”
“Giving them something to
remember me by!” Luca yelled back. He turned to face the nearest computer
console and raised his dispersion pistol. He depressed a button on the handle
of the gun and squeezing the trigger; the weapon hummed up and began to shake
with power, and then a massive blue energy bolt shot out towards the computer
console, which exploded in a shower of sparks. Luca, and Skrill were blown off
their feet by the blast, landing on the sandy beach next to the prone form of
the guard Mar’thak. The Nali and Krall scrambled up into a sitting position
with Halil held between them, and Luca was pleased to see a fire rapidly
engulfing the computer console and spreading onto nearby equipment.
“Okay, now we get out
of here,” Luca panted. He and Skrill lifted Halil up and began to retreat; as
they turned to go, Luca caught site of several Krall running along the glass
tunnels and open causeways connecting the various modules of the base, while
smoke billowed from the open entrance.
Luca and Skrill ran across
the beach as fast as the subsiding sand would allow them, and then laid Halil
down on the ground as they reached a large rock near the larger of the two
canyons. No sooner had they done this, that Luca and Skrill were blasted off
their feet as the module they had just left exploded, followed by two others.
Winded and gasping for air, Luca looked round in time to see metal girders and
Krall flying through the air in equal measure.
“Wow…” he panted, watching
the burning base. The movement of Krall between the outpost modules had become
less ordered and they had begun flocking in a panic towards the eastern end of
the base. In a moment, the doors onto the docking causeway burst open and a
horde of Krall descended upon the bobbing launch, fighting to be the first to
climb on board.
Another module of the base
went up in a flash of light and a ripping explosion, but Luca was distracted as
a large green figure sauntered out onto the docking causeway. Luca recognised
at once the glowing green eyes and scaly dreadlocks of a Skaarj Warrior. The
Skaarj paused at the boat and looked around – for a moment, Luca was sure it
locked eyes with him – but then it turned and clambered onto the boat with the
Krall.
Dimly, Luca became aware
that Skrill was on his feet.
“What is it?” he said.
Skrill was looking out at the launch, which Krall were still clambering onto in
large numbers. Skrill glanced round to look at Luca.
“Skrill belongs with his
people,” the young Krall replied. Luca’s eyes widened and he lifted himself up
into a sitting position.
“Are you sure?” Luca said.
Skrill nodded.
“Skrill is sorry to leave
Luca, but Skrill must learn the ways of the Krall. Maybe Skrill and Luca will
meet again some day.”
Luca nodded and then stood
up, gripping the young Krall’s hand.
“Count on it,” he said.
“Take care, Skrill. And thanks for helping me tonight. You’re a good friend.”
The young Krall grinned at
Luca, and then turned and ran off across the beach towards the launch. Luca
watched as the youngster climbed the framework supporting the causeway, and was
soon joining the tide of Krall fleeing the burning base. As the last of the
Krall scrambled onto the vessel, a hydraulic hatch descended and the launch was
on its way, moving off from the docking causeway and powering out to sea.
As the vessel became a speck
on the horizon and disappeared beyond the Northern Mountains, Luca turned to
Halil, who lay breathing slowly, her eyes closed. Anxiously, his heart beating
rapidly, Luca pulled Skrill’s robes out of his backpack and splashed them with
fresh water from his canteen, dabbing her forehead with the damp fabric.
Gradually, Halil’s breathing
returned to normal, and after a couple of minutes her eyes fluttered open, and
she stared at the sky.
“Where am I?” she said
quietly; then, she sat up slowly and looked forwards. “Luca?” she wavered uncertainly.
“Hi,” Luca smiled.
“Oh!” Halil cried.
Tears in her eyes, she leapt forwards and embraced Luca tightly. Luca gripped
her in return and, feeling three whole days’ worth of anxiety, stress and
exhaustion begin to unravel inside him, found himself beginning to sob, too.
“Thank Chizra you’re all
right,” he gulped, rocking them both back and forth.
“I knew you’d rescue me,”
Halil replied. “Through all the horrible things they did to me, that’s what
kept me going.”
Luca could feel Halil’s
heart beating steadily next to his. It felt good to be holding her, and he
didn’t want to let her go. But Halil dropped her hands, and Luca reluctantly
released her.
“Thirsty?” he asked.
“Very,” Halil replied. Luca
handed her the canteen of water, and she drank gratefully. As he watched her,
Luca thought back to something Skrill had said on their first night at the
Commune di Florae. Then he thought of Philona, the elderly fisherman back at
Nalipal… You and Halil have too good a bond to throw away over some silly
li’l jealousy thing…
“Halil, I…” Luca began.
Halil stopped drinking and looked up as he continued. “I think I…”
He broke off, and grabbed a
handful of sand distractedly, glancing out to sea. Halil put a hand on his
shoulder and looked steadily into his eyes.
“What, Luca?” she said
quietly.
“Nothing,” Luca replied,
looking down and letting his handful of sand drizzle slowly back onto the
beach.
The journey to Na Lati Town
was slow, as Halil was weak from her ordeal, and it was dark before long. He
and Halil camped for the night in the empty cowshed of an unattended house,
where Luca built a small fire and cooked a rabbit that he captured with the aid
of his father’s knife. The two exhausted Nali slumbered together until
daybreak, and then they set off once more along the valley in the direction of
Na Lati town. After stopping in Na Lati for breakfast, Luca and Halil hitched a
ride on an outbound cow cart and were rolling into Avenati Town by lunchtime. A
visit to the market bought them some fresh Litha roots and a flask of
deunaberry cordial, which they shared as they set off along the southeast road
and headed for the upper valley.
It was early evening by the
time they had descended onto the main road into Nalipal. Looking to the left,
Luca saw that the collapsed tunnel was a hive of activity, with several sturdy
fishermen levering rocks out of the tunnel mouth and shoring the structure up
with stout wooden struts. As they walked into the harbour square, the
youngsters saw Luca’s mother Matharil and Halil’s father Latana conversing
anxiously with the town chieftain Lo’juura outside the town hall. Matharil
looked up and cried out, and then Luca and Halil were descended upon by
Matharil and Latana as each parent inundated their respective child with hugs
and kisses. However, despite their parents’ attempts to take them home to rest,
Luca and Halil refused to be separated, and walked off together towards the
south end of town, where they planned to go to on their favourite bench
underneath a palm tree and rest together.
As they climbed the narrow
flight of steps that led the back way up to the small church square, Luca
gripped Halil’s hand in his own, and she gripped back in silence. Luca knew
that the Skaarj weren’t defeated, and that they would soon return; but he had Halil
by his side once more, and right now, he thought, he could face anything.
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