The Serpent's Secret (Kiranmala and the Kingdom Beyond #1)(64)

“Let’s get the others in the boat.”

Neel and I half dragged, half carried Ma, Baba, and Tuntuni into the peacock barge. The golden and silver spheres rolled around as if glad to see us. My parents were holding up okay, but the small bird had really gotten the worst of it. He sputtered and coughed, his face and body badly bruised.

Ma wrapped the bird in the frayed end of her sari, but her troubled eyes were on me. “Are you all right, my golden one?”

I couldn’t say anything. Fat tears fell out of my eyes. Now that I’d turned on the faucet, I couldn’t seem to shut it off.

Ma and Baba were horrified at the sight of me crying. “Are you hurt? Oh, what can we do? Is it your bowels?” They looked as if they thought I was going to die.

“No, it’s not that,” I sniffled. “It’s just that you didn’t ask to get involved in this. All you did was take care of me. You tried to tell me—but I never believed your stories. Can you ever forgive me?”

Their faces cleared.

“Shona, none of this is your fault.” Ma wiped my tears with her fingers. “We are your parents; it’s our job to take care of you. We will always love you, no matter what.”

“We humans may not be powerful or magical,” Baba added, holding me close. “But the stories we pass on to our children can be.”

“I hate to break up this touching moment,” Neel interrupted, “but we’ve got to find a way out of here before the cavern is totally flooded.”

As if on cue, we heard a familiar voice bellow.

“Where you go, din-din? Here, little din-din, come to Bogli belly!”

We all started rowing like crazy.

As we hauled the boat as fast as we could down a stony passage, I noticed my parents were looking a lot more sprightly. My tears seemed to have cleared up the bruises on their faces and hands. And even the few tears that hit Tuntuni, in my mother’s lap, had done him a lot of good. The little bird ruffled his feathers, and then flew over to help Baba row.

The narrow passages made everything echo. Now the baby demon’s voice seemed to be coming from everywhere.

“Come to Bogli, little din-din.”

And then we heard the most disturbing sound. Like someone was slurping a thick milk shake through a tiny straw.

“What is that?” I began to ask, when I realized what I was hearing. Oh gods, we were moving backward. That imbecilic demon brat was sucking the cavern water dry—and in the process pulling us toward him!

“Row! Row!” I yelled, and my parents obeyed. Neel, bizarrely, did not.

“What are you doing?” He’d pulled out his sword and was standing at the back of the boat, like some kind of advertisement for a one-leg-lifted-in-the-air pirate.

“I’m tired of this snot-nosed rakkhosh baby calling the shots,” he yelled. We were getting sucked back so fast now, Neel’s hair was swirling around his head.

“I think I’m retiring as a demonic pacifist.” Neel’s teeth flashed. “I’m going to kick some rakkhosh baby butt!”

We were back in the main cavern again and could see Bogli at one end. The demon was crouched low to the ground, sucking the water like some kind of deranged elephant. His beady red eyes glowed at the sight of us.

“Come to belly! Come to belly!” he squealed.

“I’ll come to your belly, all right,” Neel shouted, jumping off the boat into the ankle-deep water. “I’ll come to your belly to cut it in half!”

With a ferocious yell, Neel charged the demon.

“We’ll be fine, don’t worry,” I called to my parents as I jumped out right behind him, my weapon raised. The magic bow vibrated in my hands as I volleyed arrow after arrow in the demon’s direction. My moon-mother must have done something to my quiver as well, because, no matter how many arrows I shot, it kept refilling on its own.

My arrow tips glowed with white-hot moonlight, and where they hit the rakkhosh, they burned. The confused creature batted at the stinging missiles.

“Ow! Mean girl has mean pointies! Why you so mean?”

Neel was on him now, slashing at his ankles with his sword. Bereft of the Serpent King’s magical backup, the baby rakkhosh seemed to cower.

“Ow! You mean too! Why hurt Bogli?”

“Bogli needs to back off!” Neel shouted. “Stop chasing us, got it?” He was right up in the baby demon’s face, pointing his sword at Bogli’s eyeball.

The rakkhosh sat down with a plunk on the wet cavern floor.

“Mama! Mama!” Bogli wailed. “Boy yell at Bogli!”

“Mama?” I moaned.

“Let’s get out of here!” Baba yelled from behind me. “We don’t want to meet his mother!”

Unfortunately, we already had. Because, in a puff of acrid-smelling smoke, who should be standing there but …

“Ma?” Neel yelled. “Are you kidding me?”

I stared. “Are you trying to tell me that Bogli is your …”

“Adopted daughter? Yes, as a matter of fact, she is just that.” The Demon Queen picked her front teeth with a sharpened nail. “Say hello to your little sister, darling.”

Sister? I choked back a snort.

“Bogli’s a girl?” The odd revelation seemed to take the anger right out of Neel’s sails.