“Glad I stopped you now?” came the comment from the fisherman, as he called himself.
“For that, you have my thanks, fisherman,” was Zya"s reply. When they gained the waterfall, Zya cautioned the fisherman to halt. “You wait here. I will go to the camp and call you down. Do not come before, my father knows as well as I that someone has been watching us, and he may act first and ask questions later.”
Unconcerned, the fisherman crouched and rocked slowly on the balls of his feet. Taking his movement as acquiescence, Zya climbed down past the waterfall and into the small camp by the pool. Tarim looked up as she returned. “What took you so long? We thought you were going to be all night.” Her father"s conversational tone was laced with the concerned edge of a worried parent. Zya was sure that
