Chapter 16: Chapter 16: You shouldn’t count her eyes, at least not more than three. Counting four is bad

The carriage rattles loudly as Hineni drifts in and out of wakefulness. The spell keeps him in an odd state of half-dazed awareness. It’s as if he’s on the edge of arising from a long dream, but the sensation just seems to stretch on and on for a while, until eventually, the movement of the carriage stops. There is some noise as people and things move.

 

“Is this him?” asks a man's voice from next to him, waiting for some response from someone who he doesn’t hear. A nod or a gesture was given in return to the question, perhaps. “Good. Okay, let’s go,” says the man’s voice and Hineni feels himself being carried away. A cool wind blows past him, pushing through his coat, pushing through his yellow scarf as it runs over his skin, causing the hairs on his neck to stand on end. It's a familiar breeze.

 

“Let me go,” mutters Hineni, trying to pull his arms away.

 

“Fuck’s sake. Do it again!” barks the man’s voice at someone.

 

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