New Lands (THE CHRONICLES OF EGG) (28 page)

Except that I’d sold off the plantation.

“Dad?”

“Wot?”

“…Nothing.”

Sleep was tugging hard at me, so hard I let go of the nagging fear that time was precious, and if I didn’t act fast, whatever chance we had to escape would slip away.

I should have listened to that fear. If I had it to do over again, I never would have slept.

I
must have been out for a good ten hours, because the sun was over the trees by the time I woke up. There was a bucket of fresh water and a cloth by my bed, and I used them to wash up before I stepped outside.

Dad was sitting by the side of the building, watching his Moku shadow roast a side of pork over a small cooking fire.

“See wot I mean?” Dad said, nodding to the Moku. “Sometimes he’s guardin’ me. Sometimes he’s servin’ me. Can’t figger it.”

“Ever try talking to him?”

“Early on, yeh. Wouldn’t speak a word, in his language or mine. Tried signin’, too. Shrugs me off.”

“I’d like to get some food to the others.”

“Gotta ask yer sister fer it. We’ll head up once we’ve eaten.”

I sat down beside Dad and watched the Moku cook our breakfast.

“We’ve got to get them out of that pit.” I figured the Moku didn’t understand Rovian, but I kept my voice low just in case.

Dad nodded. “Yer brother ’specially. Been in there ten days now. Don’t end well fer them wot stays that long.”

I didn’t ask what he meant by that.

“Think the Moku would let them go if Venus ordered it?”

Dad scratched his face through his beard. “Think so. Hard to say.”

“Otherwise, we’ll have to sneak them out. Is the guard there all night?”

“Far’s I know. Still have to get yer sister on board, tho’—can’t leave without her.”

“Doesn’t seem like she wants to go anywhere.”

“Even so. Been thinkin’—once she gets this pony she’s on about, starts takin’ it fer rides…might be the time to make a move.”

“How on earth is she going to get a pony?”

“Got it in her head some men with horses are comin’. Gonna give her one.”

My stomach dropped when I heard that.

Men with horses
sounded like Pembroke’s slavers. They bought slaves from the Moku. Was it these Moku? Or were there others, somewhere else? Did the slavers come here?

“What kind of men?”

Before Dad could answer, a rising commotion reached us, coming from the main avenue. The second he heard it, Dad stood up with an alarmed look and ran down to the avenue.

I followed him. A cluster of Moku warriors were headed up the road. Two of them were dragging along the crazed Moku from the pit. His wrists were tied, and he was yelling in protest with every step.

A warrior at the front of the group bellowed
“Chala Tulo-Ma!”
whenever he passed a building. Moku villagers were leaving their homes and putting down their work to follow the group toward the city center.

When he saw who they were dragging along, Dad’s shoulders sagged with relief. “That’s a mercy. Thought they was takin’ yer brother.”

We stepped aside to let the throng pass. When I got a look at the wild-eyed fear in the captive Moku’s eyes, a chill went through me.

“What’s happening to him?” I asked.

Dad grimaced as he watched them drag the man toward the square. “Gonna do him rough,” he said in a quiet voice.

Then he turned and went back to his house. I followed him.

Dad’s Moku shadow was still cooking the meat. We sat down again to wait for breakfast. A few villagers passed by from up the street, headed for the main square. It seemed like everyone was going there.

“Should we go, too?” I asked Dad.

He shook his head. “Don’t.”

I could hear the rising hum of the crowd gathering in the nearby square, along with the steady
“Chala Tulo-Ma!”
call of the crier and the angry, increasingly hoarse yells of the condemned man.

Then the noise of the crowd faded away. It was replaced by a single voice, chanting out some kind of song, or maybe it was a prayer.

Every once in a while, the crowd piped up, chanting a few syllables along with the leader.

“What are they doing?” I asked Dad.

He just shook his head.

Dad’s Moku shadow pulled the meat out of the fire, split the side with a stone knife, and put the pieces on a pair of wooden trays. He gave us each a tray. Then he rushed off toward the square.

The meat was unseasoned but delicious, and so hot I burned my tongue on the first bite. I was blowing on it, trying to get it to cool faster, when the chanting voice rose to a climax.

The crowd joined in a final burst of noise.

Then it was silent.

For a moment, the only sound I heard was Dad chewing his meat.

He nodded his head at the food on my lap. “Eat,” he said.

I took another bite, trying to chew with my mouth open so I wouldn’t burn my tongue again.

I was on my second bite when I heard the scream.

It lasted for several seconds.

Then it was silent again.

I looked at Dad. He was staring down at his half-eaten breakfast.

“We’ve got to get out of here,” I said.

He nodded.

“Soon…Eat yer food.”

I did my best. I didn’t have much of an appetite. The chanting had started again—first the lone voice, then the crowd.

It went on for another minute or so. Then it was all over.

By the time the Moku villagers began to reappear, I’d managed to force down most of the pork. I watched them walk past us. Just another day.

We’ve got to get out of here.

Dad stood up, brushing his hands clean. “Go see ’bout gettin’ food to the others.”

We were halfway to the main avenue when a group of four warriors turned up the road from the direction of the main square. Dad’s Moku shadow was with them.

Their eyes were all on me. My heart started to race.

I told myself I was just imagining that they were staring at me.

But I wasn’t. They stopped right in front of us, blocking our path.

With his eyes on me, Dad’s shadow gestured toward the main square. Then he said something to me in Moku.

The meaning was clear. He wanted me to follow them.

My insides started to quiver. I shot Dad a panicky look.

He shook his head. “They ain’t gonna. I’ll make sure of it.”

“How?”

He didn’t answer. “We’ll go. See wot they want.”

He stayed close by me as we started toward the square. The four warriors took up positions on either side of us. They didn’t touch me, or glower at me, or point their rifles at me.

But I was terrified just the same.

When we reached the square, it was still emptying out. What was left of the crowd was walking away from the low, wide monument that faced the temple. There was movement at the top of its steps, but I tried not to look at it.

The soldiers led us over to the base of the Temple of the Sunset. Then they all stopped. So did Dad and I.

Two of the warriors sat down on the temple steps. Dad’s shadow did the same. Then the lot of them started a conversation, in a bored, passing-the-time sort of way.

The terror that had been building in me started to settle a bit. But only a bit.

“Why’d they take me here?” I asked Dad.

“Dunno. Venus wants ye, I guess.”

We waited there, under a sun that was getting so hot I had to keep pulling up my shirt to wipe sweat from my face. Once the last of the crowd had left, the square stood nearly as empty as it had been the night before.

There was still movement atop the steps of the monument on the opposite side of the plaza. For the first time, I looked closely at it.

Its big twin urns still held the blazing fires I’d seen during the night. In between them was an altar of some kind. Something bright and colorful was moving around on top of the altar, but the shimmer and ripple of heat distortion from the fires made it hard to figure out at first just what I was looking at.

It was a group of birds—massive ones, all bright red with streaks of blue and green. Their heads were crowned with plumes of feathers. There were three in all. They were eating.

My mind flashed back to the ruby-red firebird necklace, and the similar-looking hieroglyphs in the map and on the temple walls. I pointed the birds out to Dad.

“Are those firebirds?”

He shrugged. “Dunno wot they call ’em.”

I tried not to watch them, but I couldn’t help myself. They looked strangely familiar, and not just because of the map and the necklace.

Then I realized why. I’d seen one in the forest, staring down at me when I was sick with the Clutch. I’d been so feverish then that
until now, I thought I might have just imagined such a strange and terrible-looking creature.

I was still watching the firebirds when one of the warriors spoke up, pointing in the direction of the avenue. We all turned to look.

Another small group of warriors was leading Kira, Guts, and Millicent into the square. I was glad to see they were walking under their own power, their hands free. Nobody looked too much the worse for wear.

As they came near, Millicent caught my eye and gave me a hopeful smile. I smiled back, wondering if she’d heard the ceremony and hoping she hadn’t.

When the group reached us, the warriors turned my friends up the steps and nudged me along with them. Dad started to follow. His shadow stopped him.

I turned my head to look at Dad, and he nodded to me.

“Be waitin’ here fer ye,” he said.

I nodded back and started up the steps with the others. It was a much easier climb after a meal and a good night’s sleep.

“Where are we going?” Millicent whispered to me.

“To see my sister.”

I wanted to warn them about what to expect from Venus, but one of the warriors barked something at me, and I figured it was better not to talk.

Kira was in front of me. When we reached the top of the steps and she saw all the clutter, I heard her give a little sigh. It occurred to me that she wasn’t going to appreciate Venus’s making a pigsty of the temple.

Kira’s tribe used to worship their god here, and my sister had turned the place into a trash heap.

Then I remembered what a hard time Kira had disguising her hatred when she spoke to the Moku, and I got worried enough to risk whispering, “Don’t make her angry!” as we entered the temple.

One of the warriors shot me a warning look, but no one said anything.

It was surprisingly bright inside—there were wide openings in the upper walls and ceiling, so sunlight was coming in from several angles. Unfortunately, the bright light didn’t do the place any favors—it was much more vast than it had seemed in the shadows the night before, but it also looked even filthier. For Kira’s sake, I wished the Moku would put some effort into cleaning up after my sister.

“FINALLY!” yelled Venus when we came into view at the end of the long, columned hall. She had on her six-foot headdress and a face full of fresh paint, although she’d shed most of the jewelry, so she managed to get to her feet without help.

Half a dozen Moku servants were still clustered around her pillow-smothered altar, but she wasn’t the only center of power in the temple.

Off to one side, about twenty feet toward us from Venus’s crew, was a slightly larger group surrounding the big ox of a chief. He was lounging in a thronelike wooden chair they must have dragged out special for him, because it hadn’t been there the night before.

The way everyone, even Venus’s servants, stood in relation to
him made it clear—to probably everybody but my sister—that even though his seat was tucked between a pair of columns, sideways to the altar, he was the one calling the shots.

We crossed the long, garbage-strewn hall, and as we approached the spot where the chief was sitting, we all hesitated, not sure whether to turn toward him instead of continuing on to Venus.

That seemed to annoy her.

“Hurry
up
!”

The chief smirked, waving us along with a bored flick of one of his massive hands.

We continued on toward Venus.

“On your knees!”

We did as we were told, forming a straight line in front of her. Millicent was on the far end, and Venus tottered over to her, a servant following right behind in case the swaying headpiece toppled over again.

Venus held her hand out for Millicent to kiss. This time, the stack of rings only went as high as her middle knuckle.

“Kiss it if you love your queen!”

Millicent kissed Venus’s rings, doing an outstanding job of looking meek.

Venus waddled sideways, over to me.

“Now you!”

When I looked up at her as I kissed one of her rings, I saw she was wearing just a single necklace.

It was the firebird pendant.

Venus moved on to Kira, waggling her fingers as she held them out. I prayed Kira wouldn’t notice the pendant around my sister’s neck.

To my surprise, Kira managed to kiss the hand without a protest or a dirty look.

Guts was last. He managed a halfhearted peck. His face was twitching worse than usual.

As Venus drew her hand back, her lip curled under the makeup. “Why do you blink like that?”