grime out of my hair.'
'I know what you mean,' said Shay. 'I've never been this dirty. Even my teeth feel gritty.'
'There may be some small fish in the pool,' said Jandra. 'Won't it be nice to eat something fresh, instead of hardtack and jerky?'
'Good hardtack,' said Lizard. 'Good jerky.'
'You'll like good fish even more,' Jandra said. 'You can use a bath, too. You used to be green. Now look at you.'
Lizard looked down at his coal-darkened scales. 'No bath,' he said, firmly. It was the first time he'd ever said no to Jandra that Shay could remember.
Jandra gave the little dragon a good, firm stare.
Lizard looked down, avoiding her gaze, then looked up at Shay with big, pleading eyes.
'Don't drag me into this,' said Shay.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE:
THIS CLOSE TO HEAVEN
THE WATERFALL FELL a hundred feet into a pool twenty yards across. The water churned white at the point of impact, but most of the pond was crystal clear, revealing schools of silvery fish no bigger than Shay's thumbs darting through the water. On the rocks surrounding the pool, white crickets the size of mice jumped away as they approached. The insects chirped with a high pitched rhythmic drone that provided a musical accompaniment for the thunder of the falling water. The whole scene was lit by a trio of bright lights high overhead. They looked like shards of moon set in stone. They emitted a steady radiance like nothing Shay had ever seen outside the heavens.
Through some lucky chance of geology, the water smelled like nothing more than water, free of the sulfur stink that had tainted their canteens ever since they'd moved underground.
Jandra dropped her pack on the rocky shore. 'I've never wanted a bath so badly in my life,' she said.
'No bath!' Lizard chimed in. He was perched once more on her shoulder.
'Fine. Don't take a bath,' Jandra said, reaching up and stroking Lizard beneath his chin. 'I like you the way you are.'
Lizard tilted his head, looking skeptical.
Jandra pointed toward the pool. 'Look at all those fish! I bet they'd taste delicious. Too bad we don't have anyone fast enough to grab them.'
'Lizard fast,' the small dragon said, sounding mildly offended. 'Good hunter!'
'But see how they're darting around? Nobody could be fast enough to jump into the pool and start catching them by hand.'
'Lizard catch!' The small dragon leapt from Jandra's shoulder with such force that Jandra stumbled backward toward Shay. Lizard looked like he was flying, sailing out twenty feet over the pool before splashing into the water.
Jandra lost her footing on the slick rock and Shay's hand darted out, catching her arm, giving her the added point of stability she needed to steady herself. She looked up at him. They stood there, still and silent. Jandra's eyes were fascinating, a complex mixture of hazel and amber flecked with mossy green.
'You have the most beautiful eyes,' he whispered. It felt perfectly appropriate to kiss her.
She turned away as his lips approached, looking flustered.
'I'm sorry,' he said, drawing back. 'I didn't mean to embarrass you.'
'You didn't,' she said. 'I… I want you to kiss me. But, not right now. I want everything be right. I've never kissed anyone before. I mean, Pet kissed me, but it was sort of a sneak attack that I wasn't really prepared for.'
'That's more experience than I have with kissing,' said Shay. 'But my impression is that it isn't all that difficult.'
'I'm sure it isn't,' she said. 'But, we're both covered with mine grime and have breath that could wilt flowers. A kiss at this moment might not be a pleasant experience for either of us.'
'I'm absolutely certain I'd enjoy it,' Shay said.
'You can wait, can't you?' Jandra said, backing away. 'We could both stand a dip in the water first.'
'Oh,' said Shay. 'I… yes, of course. I'll go wait behind those trees while you bathe.'
'You can wait there if you want,' she said, shyly. 'Or we could both go in the pool together. There's plenty of room.'
Shay's mouth felt dry. 'Of course,' he rasped, as Jandra unbuttoned her coat.
Behind them, Lizard splashed up onto the shore, his mouth and all four claws brimming with bright minnows. 'Big catch!' he said, spraying wriggly fish parts over the rocks before him.
Jandra knelt down to her pack and pulled out the tin pot she carried. 'Good job! Put the fish in the pot. They're small, so you'll need to catch a lot. Can you do that?'
'Good hunter,' Lizard said as he dropped his catch into the pot. He turned and leapt once more. He undulated beneath the surface as gracefully as an otter, his long tail whipping around like a rudder.
'That should keep him busy,' said Jandra, continuing to fumble around in her pack. She pulled out a walnut- sized chunk of white soap, the only thing that remained of the fist-sized bar they'd started the journey with.
Shay had his coat, boots and socks off by this point and was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He peeled it off then reached for his belt buckle. He looked up, to see if Jandra was looking at him. She was. She had her hands on her own belt buckle. With a synchronized movement, each pulled their belts free. A few seconds later, each was standing before the other in their long-johns. The coal that had permeated their skin had sunk down to the once white cotton of their undergarments, leaving them gray. Jandra turned her back to him as she unbuttoned her long- johns.
Slowly, she peeled the gray cotton down her shoulders, revealing her bare back. She was slender, but not boney. Her pale skin glowed in the soft light. Her underwear bunched up at her hips for a moment. She took a slow, deep breath and pushed the long-johns over her hips until they dropped around her ankles. She stepped out of them. She was now naked save for the silver bracelet on her wrist. She wrapped her hands across her breasts and looked back over her shoulders.
'So,' she said. 'This is me. Scaleless, tailless, wingless, pale, and hairy.'
'I give thanks to whatever gods there may be that you are scaleless, tailless, wingless, pale, and hairy. You're breathtaking. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen.'
'Have you seen many naked women?'
'None.'
Jandra smirked. 'So the bar for comparison is fairly low.'
'Have you seen many naked men?'
'Ragnar, obviously. Bitterwood when I cleaned his wounds. And I caught a pretty good look at Pet,' she said. She paused, and he wondered if she was still searching her mental list. Apparently, however, she was remembering the last man on her list. 'Pet was… well, honestly, he was like a work of art. He'd been bred to have a perfect body. It was only everything else about him that made my skin crawl.'
'I suspect magnificent isn't the word about to spring into your mind,' Shay said. He clenched his jaw. Jandra was all but naked. It was time for him to take the plunge. Since she'd turned her back to him to work up the courage, he did the same. He unbuttoned his long johns and pushed them down. They didn't bunch around his hips. Unlike Jandra's hourglass figure, Shay was built like a plank. His limbs were lanky and lean. His torso was so thin his ribs could be counted. If there was an ounce of fat on him anywhere, he was unaware of it.
His skin was as white as the soap Jandra held, save for stripes of freckles around his shoulders. His torso was mostly hairless, though his legs were covered in thick orange growth. Jandra was quiet. He wondered if she was repulsed. He looked over his shoulder and discovered she was only a few inches away, staring at his back. Her hand fell gently upon his shoulder blades, her fingers tracing the map of ropey white scars.
'By the bones,' she whispered. 'You said… you said you'd been whipped. But…' Her thought trailed off. Shay
