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La voyage dans la Lune, Chapter 2

(Part 4 of ?)

This was wrong. He couldn’t feel otherwise.

He knew enough about local customs to understand that this activity fell plainly in the category of ‘Angering the Gods’. Lu… water spirits… sickness. Now this. Where did the villagers draw their water? How can we analyze it? Hmm… enormous American tourist starts asking difficult questions…

Brilliant! He could hear Fiona now. And then I suppose you’ll be telling them you’re a superhero! No, she wouldn’t call that keeping a low profile. He resumed his watch.

There was some movement on the shore and he heard voices. The noise of the water overwhelmed everything else, but he could tell that at least one of them was not Bhutanese. Oh. Treasure hunters. He felt himself getting angry. He started to rise up, then realized what he was doing and crouched back down. Great. Stepped right into it, didn’t I?

He heard a couple of splashes in the water, then a voice conveying something negative. They didn’t find what they were looking for. How long have they been at it? How do I get out of here? He felt around for a rock. When he had a suitable one, he lobbed it high and downstream. When he heard it come down he got moving in the opposite direction.

There were a few tiny retreat huts uphill from the dzong. One of them had a tiny blinking light by the door. Only he could see it because it was an infrared LED. He smiled. It did make the place easier to find as he was coming at it from a different direction.

“I’m almost there.”


Two minutes later he closed the door and dropped Fiona’s TV-B-Gone into one of her bags. She was still trying to extricate herself from the pile of papers, books, and computers that filled the tiny room. A few butter lamps and LED’s provided illumination. Her million-watt smile was all he that he needed, though.

She fussed with her kira for a moment, then rolled her eyes. “I can no make this one work!” Then her arms were around his neck and she was pulling his face down to hers. The taste of her lips was the food he had been craving. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again. “Mmph. Easy, flyboy.”

Right. “Sorry, love.” He forced himself to let go of her.

“Sometimes it’s a bit like hugging a lorry, you know.”

“I missed you…” He gazed into her bright green eyes and felt that silly grin coming back to his face.

“I missed you so much.” Then she was kissing him again. “How long has it been?”

“A day.”

“ I can’t bear it.”

Kevin smiled down at her. “Just a little longer. How’s your… retreat progressing?”

“Brilliant! We can make this work. I’m sure of that now. We’ll need to send some supplies on first, though.”


She tried to move, but found that she was unable to do so. “Are you going to let go of me so that I can show you?”

He slid his right hand down to her bum. “No. Tell me.”

Fiona shook her head. “You big lug. We’ll need to make a few trips to orbit to set things up. Then we can go.”

“What about the space station?”

“We’ll have to do some things to distract them.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know yet. We’ll think of something.” She turned her head, looking for Pandora’s screen. “There’s a place near the south pole that gets nearly constant sunlight. We’ll dig in there.”

“Just tell me what to do. But I’d better be getting back.”

Fiona stroked his right cheek and he leaned into her hand a bit. “We’re just no good at following the rules, are we?”

He laughed. “I don’t care. Together we can do anything.” Then he kissed her long and hard before forcing himself to step back. “I love you.”

Fiona smiled and sighed. “I love you, too. Now be off with ye before I forget myself.”

A few minutes later he was back of the wall of the dzong, staring at the window high above. I didn’t think this through, did I? Well, subtlety was never my strong point. He kicked off and flew up as quietly as he could.

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