Contents ( 43)
- Rain Born
- Rain Born
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Copyright Information ©
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
Soushia shows them their own residence which is only a few houses away from their guesthouse. Surnat says goodbye and goes in, but Soushia comes with them to the door. He explains to them where the water trunks are and shows them the toilets behind the house. Someone comes in every three days and collects the toilet buckets that are used for fertilisers. He insists that if they needed anything, they should call him. He says goodnight and leaves. Mart goes into the house first. They are all used to the dark and no one bothers to turn on the electrical light. Mart peeks into the rooms and selects the biggest one for himself. Yuma takes one of the rooms and the women drag the bags into the third room. Tirad sits in the middle of the hall that three doors open to it. The Oxan hum has stopped and the night silence of the dry season has taken hold of the island. When he becomes sure that Mart and Yuma are not going to invite him as their roommate, he lies down on the floor, covered with leather. It’s too dark to say whether its shark or flounder. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that it is not at all comfortable. It has many holes and cuts in it and passes through the coldness of the Island’s soft, cool sand.
He turns from one side to another. He sits up. Lies down again and rolls over many times. It is no use. He can’t sleep and his stomach is soaring again. He hears a sound from the women’s room. He can’t see clearly in the dark whether their room door has opened or not. No one comes out anyway. The more he tries to silence his thoughts and go to sleep, the clearer Hurmaz’s picture appears before his eyes. Who would want to kill Hurmaz? He keeps thinking to himself. How will they do it? Kill him with a knife? Throw him into the sea? His own life is also in danger. Mart had not bothered him as much as he usually does, since they had arrived at Oxan and he had ignored him in the feast and now sleeping in his room, like his old ignorant self. These are not good signs. Maybe it’s all just the calm before the storm. What if he falls asleep and Mart and Yuma suffocate him? Or kill him with a knife and frame Dalia for it? Whatever Mart says here as a third Disciple would hold, whatever they both say is considered as facts and what they order will be carried out. What if he goes back to save Hurmaz’s life? He would fail at his mission and forever lose the chance of getting into the Circle. Mart will win either way. He will finish his mission and come back victoriously taking his seat at the Circle. Maybe that’s what Mart’s agenda is all about: to send him back to the Saviour Ship and show everyone what a coward Tirad is. This would mean that Dalia is on his side, playing for Mart. But if Dalia is telling the truth, then Mart is not just planning to win alone, he wants to kill his way in to the Circle. Even if he goes back, how can he save Hurmaz? What should he tell him? From which reliable source had he heard such a thing? A diver girl? Hurmaz would probably laugh in his face and feel sorry for him for abandoning his mission and failing at it. Or maybe not…before he gets there…Hurmaz is already gone.