âUsually Agathodaemonâs a much better judge of character. Even the simplest creatures can sense antipathy.â
âI donât hate snakes.â Aros glared. âTheir meat is stringy but excellent.â
âWarrrmâ¦,â Agathodaemon said.
Neoloth chuckled and raised his arms. âCome to me, my sweet.â The snake slithered to him, coiled in his lap, and became still.
They lay quiet for a time. Neoloth seemed restless. Finally, he spoke. âI set the land-kraken on you.â
Aros sat bolt upright. âWhat ? â
âThe matter of the liquid diamonds. Not something Iâd think youâd forget.â
Arosâs mind raced. âThe ⦠landâ¦â Then he sat up. âYou bastard !â he said. âI still carry the scars. Itâs why I avoid cold weather.â He rubbed his left elbow in memory.
Neoloth smiled. âThat was me,â he said. âYou should be grateful.â
âGrateful?â Aros roared. âWhy in the hell?â
Neoloth shrugged. âI needed those diamonds. I had a fireworm in my gut, and the only remedy was to bribe her out of my body. I just couldnât let you get them. I was at my height of power then and could have just fried you with lightning.â
Aros narrowed his eyes. âSo why didnât you?â
Neoloth considered. Then he decided to tell the truth. âI ⦠respected you. As an honorable adversary. Wanted to give you a fighting chance.â
Aros stewed over this for a while and then grudgingly nodded. âWell, thank you. I look forward to returning the favor. As soon as possible.â Then he lay back and pulled his blanket over his face.
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The travelers were up, breakfasted, and traveling before morning sunlight crept across the desert.
Following an invisible map in Neolothâs head, they passed a cluster of boulders that seemed somehow out of place, as if they had been tumbled like a childâs blocks. In addition, the stubbly trees were atilt, as if they had been torn up by the roots and jammed carelessly back into the earth.
âWhat is this?â Aros asked, uneasy now. His hands hovered around the hilt of his Macuahuitl.
âIâm not sure.â
Aros hopped down off his horse and poked around. âThe ground is hard here ⦠but not too hard for footprints. What do you make of this ?â He traced Flaygodâs flat tip around an impression the size of a childâs body. At first Neoloth thought it a sinkhole or a place where an oblong boulder had been rolled away. Then he spotted four smaller indentions above it.
Toes. A footprint.
âA mountain troll,â Neoloth said.
âWeâre a long way from the mountains,â Aros growled.
Fandyâs large, soft eyes protruded. âOh my. Oh my. We should be going.â
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TEN
The Grave
Two hours before the sun buried itself in the western horizon, Aros asked, âDo you ever intend to tell me where weâre going?â
âAlmost there,â Neoloth said. Draped around the wizardâs neck, Agathodaemon flickered his tongue and hissed. The snake was content. Judging by the swelling in its belly, Neoloth had fed it, although Aros had not seen the moment of truth. Neoloth stroked his pet, perhaps as much to annoy Aros as anything else. âWhat, dearest? Where do we go?â
âThis is ridiculous,â Aros snarled.
âShhh.â
They traveled a bit farther and then Agathodaemon pulled back. âHere,â Neoloth said. The serpent slithered down from the horseâs flank, curled around its leg, and then crawled across the ground to a heap of rocks Aros had missed on first glance. A cairn. Agathodaemon crawled all the way around the heap. And then coiled, forked tongue flicking. âHeeeere.â
Aros frowned. âThis is it? Itâs not even marked.â
Neoloth had grown thoughtful. âNo, it
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