Summer 1870 – Downward to the Eternal Sun

 

Father spoke with the Mohmem at length. Their words were a perplexing mix of low growls and chittery birdish tweets and clacks. Finally he paused, backed away five paces and turned to us. He said, “There will be a toll.”

Thorton-Syme nodded. “I expected such a thing. With what coin do they barter? I’ve gold, silver, steel, gems … “

Father smiled without showing his teeth. “Those may have use in later days. Today, we must join the Mohmem on a hunt.”