Chapter 13

Late that afternoon, when the sun was no more than a glow behind the horizon and the sky a palette of pinks, purples and oranges, a small group of volunteers, covered in mud and camouflaged by fern fronds tied to their bodies with grass rope, slipped off into the jungle. As they arrived at the pool, those with nets took up positions around its perimeter, while the archers climbed into the surrounding trees. A short while later, Taar put their plan in action, and walked into the clearing with an empty urn on his shoulder.

He approached the edge of the pond and dipped his vessel into the water, watching as it filled. He heaved it out and onto the grass, then sat beside it. Within seconds, he sensed the arrival of the stranger.

“Good evening,” said Mantika.