Taiyi laughed at her son and husband. "I am leaving to get some sleep. When you are done with, come over," she said.
When Taiyi left, Alrakis watched her leaving, gritting his teeth. He turned to his son and said, "So what was so important?"
Eltanin was suddenly left with no words. He looked blankly at his father. He was hoping for some resistance from his parents and then probably a tantrum he would have thrown, but now that his mother left so easily, he didn't know what to do. He scratched his forehead and took a deep breath in. "Why don't you sit here till Tania is awake?" he said. "I am feeling nervous."
Alrakis narrowed his eyes. That was one feeling that Eltanin always concealed. "Nervous?"
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Alrakis turned his gaze at Tania who was sleeping peacefully beneath the warm furs. In fact, she was sleeping like a baby. Flora had done good work on her. Her pain had long gone and there was calm on her face. "Why will she wake up when she is relaxing at the moment? I would want her to regain her energy."
"So you wait here!"
"Yes, Your Grace," the spy bowed. He knew that his master was a weird dark magic wielder. In fact, if he went into a five day hibernation, it was good. He wouldn't have that constant fear that Menkar would go to Guntar. But he was confused. Why would his master come to Bikr for this and that too in an inn?
As if reading his mind, Menkar added, "I will be going to a cave every now and then in the west of the forest here, every now and then."
The spy bowed again.
"Ask them to send my dinner to my room after which you will instruct all the servants to stay away from me. Is that clear?"
"Crystal."
"Good," Menkar said, sighing. He was as such going to cast a spell out of his room to keep them all away before he left for Murel.
The servants served him dinner and after they left once and for all, Menkar waited. He waited for everyone to sleep so that he could easily slip out of his room. He tied his beard in a braid and his hair in tight plaits. He changed into a tunic and trousers. When the inn was in complete silence and darkness loomed over Bikr, he got out of his room. His hands swirled with bright blue and gray lights that sealed the door of his room so that no one could enter, even those who worked for the inn.
Menkar walked out of the inn towards the harbor. The village was sleeping. Apart from the fireflies around a few lamp posts that sprayed dim yellow lights on the street, there was no one else.
He wasn't ready for what happened next.