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Where would Dharma have taken her?<br />
He cut the headlights. The darkness below was not absolute. Here and there in the<br />
village the faint speck of lantern lights punctuated the blackness. Reed could hear a<br />
cacophony of dogs barking and yapping and yowling. On the road below, headlights<br />
suddenly stabbed the night, and the rumble of a truck drifted up the hill. In the back of<br />
the truck stood several men carrying burning torches, the flames illuminating a dozen<br />
other comrades. The truck stopped on the side of the road, and the men jumped out to an<br />
greater frenzy of barking dogs. The torches' light bounced off the white wash of the<br />
Gerwani secretariat. There rose the cry of men on the hunt, swarming the doors with<br />
crowbars.<br />
"Out you Gerwani whore! Out out!"<br />
Desak. Was she in the house?<br />
Reed snapped on his headlights and sped down the twisty road. Near the bottom,<br />
he overran the beam and hit a pothole that ripped into the front tire. It instantly went flat,<br />
freezing the steering. Reed cursed in frustration but neither cursing nor frustration would<br />
fix a flat. He got out the spare and jack and placed his flashlight on a flat rock. Fifteen<br />
minutes later, his shirt soaked with sweat, he tightened the sparel's last lug.<br />
Fifteen minutes. Enough time for the Gerwani secretariat to be in flames, tongues<br />
of fire licking out the smashed windows and eating up the torn doors and ceiling rafters.<br />
A part of the roof collapsed in a shower of sparks.<br />
The truck was no longer there.<br />
Reed didn't waste any time looking for Desak.<br />
The cockfights at the death temple. Dharma saying that one day they'd offer to<br />
Durga a superior sacrifice. Of human blood.<br />
Reed hurtled the jeep along the oxcart track toward the temple, and braked to a<br />
stop behind the truck, parked off to the side in tall elephant grass. Jumping out, he<br />
sprinted to the temple. The underside of the banyan tree's shaggy canopy caught the glow<br />
of torch fires. At the edge of shadow, Reed halted.<br />
A dozen torches were stuck on bamboo poles, ringing the graveyard, their flames<br />
flickering to a breeze. Two ranks of women knelt nude in the dirt, their hands tied behind<br />
their backs. They faced away from Reed. He didn't immediately see Naniek among them.<br />
Several of the women were weeping and keening, but the others were silent. They were<br />
loosely circled by men in black shirts, machetes and spears in their hands. Back cloth<br />
swathed their heads. Reed recognized three of them as lads from the palace, their faces<br />
avid with a shiny heat hotter than the torch fire. Their prince Mantera was with them,<br />
unarmed, looking ill and uneasy. Reed dismissed him with the glance, his attention now<br />
on Dharma. The farmer stood with spread legs facing the women, his broad thick feet<br />
rooted deep as if he'd sprung up from the earth. His face held no heated glee but an<br />
implacable will as he pointed a straight-bladed keris.<br />
"<strong>One</strong> of you is Luhde Srikandi," he said in low hard voice. "You have made you<br />
foul nest in our village. Confess. Tell us and the lives of your comrades will be spared.<br />
Who of you is Luhde Srikandi?"<br />
Near the center of the row, one of the women rose gracefully to her feet. "I am."<br />
Naniek, her arms tied pinned behind her back, uncaring of her nakedness.<br />
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