Mistake stooped to the ground and examined some tracks. “It wasn’t thieves,” Mistake concluded. “It was animals. They must have smelled the food. And we were doing so good at rationing that now our bodies will suffer for the lack of it.”
The two Fakarans followed the tracks for a while until they found the sacks. The sacks were torn apart and the only thing useful that was left was one flask. The other flask had been punctured by tooth or claw. Rejji reached down and retrieved the good flask while Mistake gazed at the landscape in every direction.
“There is nothing in sight in any direction,” she announced. “I fear if we have more than one day of this blasted desert left, we will not make it.”
“I am sure the end of today will find us in good stead,” Rejji stated with more conviction than he truly felt.
“Perhaps,” murmured Mistake, “but Brontos said we would see the trees along the river well before we came to them. There is nothing in sight. Nothing.”
Chapter 3
Zaldoni
Mistake stumbled and landed hard on the ground. Rejji, following close behind in a fog of confusion, tripped over her and also fell. For several minutes they both remained motionless and in silence. Eventually, Rejji pushed himself into a sitting position.
“Are you all right?” he croaked.
“I think so,” moaned Mistake without moving. “I can’t go any further, Rejji. I am sorry. I just can’t.”
Rejji peered up at the inky black sky and sighed. “We have to keep going, Mistake. Once the sun rises again, our bodies will lose the precious few fluids we have left. I am surprised we survived yesterday and this night, but I don’t think we can stand another daytime.”
“Can we rest just a little?” she protested.
“We will fall asleep and never wake up,” admonished Rejji as he slowly rose.
Rejji reached down and grabbed Mistake’s hand, somewhat surprised that she did not leap several strides away from him as he did so. He gently, but firmly pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arm around her waist to support her.
Mistake sighed and pushed Rejji’s arm away. “It will only be harder on both of us to walk that way,” she stated. “I don’t want to hold you back Rejji. If I fall again, leave me. I will have a better chance of you getting to the river and returning with water than I will at getting up again.”
“I will not leave you,” declared Rejji. “Stop talking and conserve your energy. Whatever we do, we do together.”
They lapsed into silence as they stumbled across the barren wasteland. Rejji took the lead and strained his eyes to pick out the aberrations in the contour of the land. Surprisingly, the concentration made him feel slightly stronger and the fog in his mind lessened. The night air was still cold, but his body was beyond the sensations that would cause him to care. He felt very numb all over and his feet methodically planted themselves, one in front of the other, as if they had minds of their own.
After an hour, his eyes started losing focus. He knew it was from straining them, but he dared not stop to close them for fear that Mistake would sit down and not get up. He started walking with one eye open and one closed to let it rest. Periodically he would switch eyes and gradually he felt less strain on his eyes. The problem with this method is that he stumbled more, but he had so far avoided any more trips that would land him on the ground.
Another hour passed and Rejji noticed the eastern sky was beginning to lighten. Daylight would soon be upon them and with it the burning sun. When daylight came, he knew their hopes would fade and their journey would end. Their bodies would not take another day of the heat without water. He glanced back at Mistake and she was just plodding behind him in a stupor. He felt sorry that she had gotten mixed up in the attack on the village. If he had not discovered her hiding in the well, she would have gone on her merry way, probably in a different direction.
Looking back at the thief distracted him from his job of watching the terrain and Rejji stumbled and fell. Mistake tripped over him and sprawled on her back. Rejji heard her grunt and then sigh. He rolled to his knees and looked down at the girl and her eyes were closed. He sat next to her in defeat and closed his eyes to rest them before continuing.
He was not sure what woke him but he quickly gauged that he had slept for about an hour. The first rays of the sun were just creating shadows in the uneven areas of the desert floor. With effort he rose to his feet and looked north. He blinked his eyes and rubbed them and looked again. Excitement rippled through his fatigued body as he saw the forest before him. He tried to shout in jubilation, but found he had no voice for it. His enthusiasm dampened when he looked down at Mistake. She had given all that she had to give, he realized. If he hadn’t stumbled in the darkness, they would already be in the shade of the trees.
He peered up at the rising sun and tried to estimate the amount of time he would have to get to the river and return with water before it got blistering hot again. He shook his head and stooped down next to Mistake. Gently and with great effort, he hoisted her body over his shoulder. Her slim body felt like the weight of the world on his shoulder, but he straightened his legs and put one foot forward. Slowly, he worked up a rhythm and started trudging towards the trees.
Before the heat of the full sun hit him, Rejji had made it into the shade of the forest. He knew he was running on reserve energies that could not be maintained, so he did not stop moving when he made the forest but kept heading north towards the river. His whole body ached as he moved deeper into the forest, but he ignored the pain and kept moving at a steady pace.
Eventually, he heard the sweet music of running water and he had to fight his desire to pick up speed. One more stumble, he thought, and it was all in vain. He kept his eyes on the forest floor directly in front of him and methodically plodded towards the noise. The noise grew louder with every step and soon it was so loud that he could not resist looking up. His parched lips cracked into a broad smile as he saw the river several hundred paces ahead. He spied a mossy spot under a great tree and gently lowered Mistake onto it. He ached as he straightened his body, but he headed for the river without the pain registering in his mind.
He reached the riverbank and stepped into the water. He walked until he was knee deep and then he sat down and let the cold water flow around his body. He shivered as he raised his hand out of the water and touched it to his lips. His lips stung with the touch and his tongue greedily stuck out and licked his fingers. He dipped his hand again and savored the small amount of cool liquid he could lick off his fingers. He was hesitant to indulge in too much water too quickly after having his body starved for it, so he kept dipping his hand into the water and pressing it to his parched lips. When the inside of his mouth felt functional again, he lowered the flask into the water and let it fill. He brought the flask to his lips and sucked in small amounts of water, letting it flow around in his mouth before swallowing it. He repeated this several dozen times until he felt energy starting to surge in his body. He wondered how close they had been to dying while he dunked his head under the water.
As his senses started to return, Rejji felt the exhaustion of his body setting in. He let his body float in the water for a few minutes before refilling the flask and heading back to Mistake. When he reached her, he stripped off his soaked tunic and spread it over her so the moisture would soak through to her. He opened the flask and sat down next to her. Using his finger as he did in the river, Rejji wet it and placed it on her lips. Soon her tongue came out to lick his finger as his own tongue had done. He repeated this until he felt she was ready for some water. He eased her head up and held the flask to her lips. He had to pull the flask away several times to stop her from gulping the water. Eventually her eyes opened and she looked around.