Tiger's Quest - By Colleen Houck Page 0,148

until Lokesh mentioned them. Ren and I wore our pieces under our clothing as carefully protected family heirlooms.”

“Maybe Lokesh found a list of the families who had been entrusted with them?” I pondered.

“Maybe. But I’ve never heard of such a list.”

“Did your parents know the amulets were powerful?”

“No. Not until we were changed to tigers.”

“You didn’t have an ancestor who lived a long time like Mr. Kadam?”

“No. Our family was prolific on both sides. There was always a young king to pass the amulet to, and in our family, tradition was to pass on the amulet when the boy turned eighteen. Our ancestors had longer lives than normal, but the life span then was considerably shorter than it is today.”

“Unfortunately, none of this information gives us an inkling as to any of Lokesh’s weaknesses.”

“Perhaps it does.”

“How so?” I asked.

“He craves power above all else. Since he is pursuing the amulet pieces at all costs, then that is his weakness.”

“What do you mean?”

“We just saw the Scarf create a replica when I assumed Mr. Kadam’s form. If he takes the replica version, he’ll think that he’s won.”

“But we don’t know if the replica can be removed from the person or not. Even if it could be, we don’t know how long it will last.”

Kishan shrugged and said, “We’ll test it when we get back.”

“It’s a good idea.”

I stumbled over a rock, and Kishan caught me. He held me for just a moment longer than necessary, smiled, and brushed the hair out of my face.

“We’re almost there. Can you keep going or do you need to rest?” he asked intently.

“I can keep going.”

He released me and took the backpack from my shoulders.

“Kishan, I just want to say thank you for everything you did in Shangri-la. I wouldn’t have made it without you.”

He threw the backpack over one shoulder and stopped, considering me for a minute. “You didn’t think I’d let you go alone, did you?”

“No, but I’m grateful that I had you with me.”

“Grateful is all I’m going to get, isn’t it?”

“What else were you hoping for?”

“Adoration, devotion, affection, infatuation, or just plain finding me irresistible.”

“Sorry, Don Juan. You’ll have to live with my undying gratitude.”

He sighed dramatically. “I guess that’s as good a place to start as any. How about we just call it even. I never actually thanked you for convincing me to come home. I’ve . . . found a lot of things about being home that I like.”

I smiled at him. “It’s a deal.”

He put his arm across my shoulders, and we continued our hike.

“I wonder if we’ll come across that old bear again,” Kishan mused.

“If so, I should be able to keep him away this time. I didn’t think to use my power when we first ran into him. Apparently, I’m not much of a warrior.”

“You fought the birds really well.” He grinned. “I’d ride into battle with you any time. Let me tell you about the time I left my sword at home.” He kissed my forehead and remembered happier times.

At dusk, we could see a small fire in the distance at the base of the mountain. Kishan assured me that it was Mr. Kadam’s camp. He said he could smell him on the breeze. He held my hand the last half mile because he said he could see better in the dark than I could—but I suspected that wasn’t the only reason. When we got closer, I could just make out Mr. Kadam’s shadow inside the tent.

I approached the tent and said, “Knock. Knock. Any room in there for a couple of wandering strangers?”

The shadow moved, and the tent’s zipper slid down.

“Miss Kelsey? Kishan?”

Mr. Kadam stepped outside and grabbed me in a big hug. Then he turned to clap Kishan on the back.

“You must be freezing! Come inside. I’ll make some hot tea. Let me just get a kettle to put on the fire.”

“Mr. Kadam, you don’t have to do that. We have the Golden Fruit, remember?”

“Ah, yes, I forgot.”

“And we have something else too.”

I took the amethyst-colored Scarf from around my neck, which caused it to shift to turquoise. “Soft cushions please, and could you make the tent just a bit larger?” I asked.

The turquoise threads immediately shifted and stretched. Several of them wove large cushions of various colors and another piece broke off and began looping through the end of the tent. A few moments later, we were able to sit comfortably on large cushions in a tent that had doubled in size.

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