Fire Study
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Tauno halted the horses and waited for more instructions.
“A ruse. I can smell deceit and smugness,” Leif said.
“Why so smug?” I asked. “Laying a false trail is a basic strategy.”
“It could be Cahil,” Marrok said. “He tends to think he is smarter than everyone. Perhaps he thought this would fool the Sandseeds into sending half their warriors in the wrong direction.”
I projected my magical awareness over the smooth sand. A few mice skittered into the open, searching for food. A snake curled on a warm rock, basking in the afternoon sun. I encountered a strange dark mind.
I withdrew my awareness and scanned the plateau. Sure enough there was a small area a few feet away where the sand looked pliant, as if it had been dug up and packed back down. I slid off Kiki and walked over to the patch. The sand felt spongy beneath my boots.
“A Vermin must have buried something there,” Marrok said.
Tauno snorted with disgust. “You have probably found one of their waste pits.”
With Moon Man still on her back, Kiki came closer. Smell damp, she said.
Bad damp or good damp? I asked.
Just damp.
Taking my grapple out of my pack, I started to dig. The others watched me with various expressions of amusement, distaste and curiosity.
When I had dug down about a foot, my grapple struck something hard. “Help me clear the sand.”
My reluctant audience joined me. But eventually we uncovered a flat piece of wood.
Marrok rapped his knuckles on it and proclaimed it the top of a box. Working faster to remove the sand, we sought the edges. The round lid was about two feet in diameter.
While Tauno and Moon Man discussed why the Vermin would bury a circle box, I found the lip and pried the top up. A gulp of air almost sucked the lid back down.
Everyone was stunned into silence. The lid covered a hole in the ground. And, judging by the pull of air into its depths, a very deep hole.
5
THE SUNLIGHT ILLUMINATED a few feet of the hole. Below the lip a couple rough steps had been cut into the sandstone.
“Can you sense anyone in there?” Leif asked.
Pulling a thread of power, I projected into the darkness. My awareness touched many of those dark minds, but no people.
“Bats,” I said. “Lots of bats. You?”
“Just smug satisfaction.”
“Could this be another false trail?” Marrok asked.
“Or a trap?” Tauno asked. He glanced around with quick furtive movements as if worried the sand would erupt with Vermin.
“One of us needs to go inside and report back,” Moon Man said, looking at Tauno. “I knew we would need a scout.”
Tauno jerked as if he had stepped on a hot coal. Sweat ran down his face. He swallowed. “I will need a light.”
Leif retrieved his saddlebags and removed one of his cooking sticks. “This won’t burn long,” he said. He set the end on fire and handed the stick to Tauno.
With the flaming stick to lead the way, the Sandseed scout crawled into the opening headfirst. Tempted to link my mind with his to see what he found, I forced myself to focus instead on the ground beneath my feet, trying to discover a sign of life that would indicate the end of the cave.
The jungle’s pulse throbbed in my soul, but I couldn’t tell if it came from an opening below the ground or just from being so close to it on the plateau.
Waiting proved difficult. I imagined all types of hazards in Tauno s way and was convinced he had fallen and broken a leg or worse when he appeared at the hole’s opening.
“The steps lead to a big cavern with many tunnels and ledges. I spotted a few footprints in the dirt, but had to come back before my light died,” Tauno said. “I also heard water gurgling nearby.”
Now we knew. Vermin had gone through the cave.
“Leif, what do you need to make a light last longer?” I asked him.
“You’re not thinking about going in there, are you?” Marrok asked, sounding horrified.
“Of course. You want to find Cahil, don’t you?”
“What makes you so certain he went that way?”
I looked at Leif. Together we said, “Smug satisfaction.”
While Leif and Tauno returned to the Daviian camp for firewood, Moon Man and I discussed what to do with the horses. We would need Marrok’s tracking skills and Tauno s keen sense of direction to find our way through the cavern. Leif and I needed to take Cahil back to the Council, so that left Moon Man.
“I am not staying behind,” Moon Man said.
“Someone needs to feed and water the horses,” I said.
Kiki snorted at me. I opened my mind to her.
Don’t need, she said. We wait then go.
Go where?
Market. An image of the Illiais Market formed in my mind. As the main southern trading post for Sitia, the market was tucked between the western edge of the Illiais Jungle and Cowan Clan lands.
How do you know about the market? I asked.
Know land like know grass.
I smiled. Kiki’s concise view of life kept surprising me with its many layers of emotion. If I could view the world the same way, I knew it would make my life easier.
Moon Man had been watching me. “Perhaps Kiki should mentor you.”
“On what? How to become a Soulfinder?”
“No. You are a Soulfinder. She can help you be a Soulfinder.”
“More cryptic Story Weaver advice?”
“No. Clear as air.” Moon Man drew a deep breath and grinned at me. “Let us get the horses ready.”