Monday, May 11
Chaugnar Faugn: Prologue
As they rowed closer the bay on the south shore of the Isle of Chaugnar Faugn, their senses were assailed with the stench of rotting vegetation, bittersweet flowers, and slow decay.
“So what are we going to tell Quintus?” asked Vlad.
Kham looked over his shoulder. Vlad was rowing behind him. “Tell him what?”
“You don’t think he’s going to want to know about his child?”
Kham let out a loud laugh. “You’re serious?”
“What?”
“What Kham’s trying to say,” Beldin grunted between strokes of the paddle, “is that he doesn’t think Quintus is the father.”
“How can you be sure of that?” asked Vlad. He looked offended.
“I’m not great at numbers, but if the elorii birth cycle is the same as a humans, then it takes nine months from conception to pregnancy.” Kham ticked off nine fingers. “Atum estimates she’s been pregnant for three months so far. She wasn’t anywhere near Quintus during that time.”
“So whose child is it?”
“Ilmarė’s,” Beldin said forcefully. “And that will have to do until she’s ready to tell us.” [MORE]
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