VIRGINIA HAD GOTTEN over feeling nauseated . . . eventually. Naturally enough, she hadn't gotten over being scared. But enough time in the unchanging darkness passed for her to start thinking, puzzling things out and piecing them together.
"How did we get here, Fluff?"
He nuzzled her neck. "I don't know, Virginia."
"Last I saw you, you were clinging to the back of the car."
"Um. You don't remember any more?" Fluff sounded distinctly embarrassed.
"No." She tried, but it had just . . . vanished. "Tell me how we got here?"
"I woke up here. Just like you," answered Fluff.
Fluff was definitely being evasive. "I saw you outside the car, Fluff. Where did we go? How did we get captured? And is the Professor all right?"
"I don't know, Virginia."
"Then how did you get here, Fluff?"
There was a silence. Then, in a small voice: "Inside your blouse."
"What?!"
"But I was unconscious! I swear it! On my mother's grave—I swear it, Señorita!"
When Fluff was deeply disturbed he went all Spanish. That was a side effect of his Cervantes download.
"Tell, Fluffy."
The galago hated to be called Fluffy. But—it was a sign that all was forgiven. So:
"The car stopped . . . the policemen came closer, and the Professor opened the door. I jumped in. I do not think he noticed. You were . . . asleep . . . I was a little, um, upset. I burrowed into your blouse. The door closed . . . and then I woke up with you. Here. I explored this cell and I found this hole. I looked out and there were Magh'. Then I heard you speak. That is all."
"So, maybe they don't know you're here! The Magh' must have captured the Professor, too. Oh, I hope they aren't torturing him! We must escape, Fluff, and rescue him!"
"How are we going to escape, Virginia?"
"You can get out, Fluff. You must steal the key to my cell. We can unlock the door and go and rescue the Professor."
He nuzzled her neck. "Um. There is no door, Virginia."
"But . . ."
"We are walled in. There is just the air hole. And I do not know if I can squeeze through it."
"But we'll starve!" Already, just thinking about it, she felt hungry and thirsty. "Or will we die of thirst first?"
"Never fear, Virginia. I—Fluff!—will go out and find food and drink for my beloved!" The little creature shivered on her shoulder.
"Oh, Fluff! What's wrong, dearest?"
The galago was silent for a moment. Then: "It is all very strange. I'm frightened."
"Then stay."
"No! A hidalgo must do what he must do. Honor demands it! I shall go."
"Just be careful. Please. You're not really a hidalgo, you know. You're a galago who's way less than a foot tall and weighs hardly anything."
Fluff bounced off her shoulder. "For you, I dare anything! I will prove to you I am a hidalgo." She heard him scrabbling at the air inlet.
Then, seconds later, there was a muffled voice . . . Fluff's. "I'm stuck."
"I can pull your tail," she offered.
"No!" he squeaked. "Don't pull—push."
"Breath out. I'll do my best."
The little galago's feet thrust against her hand. She knew it had to be her imagination but already the air in the hole seemed stale. Would she die in here, the air inlet plugged by Fluff?
Then suddenly he popped out like a champagne cork. She heard him land.
"Are you all right?"
"My dignity, she is bruised. Otherwise I am intact. And now—I go!"
Silence followed; a long, long silence. Virginia understood now how Cathy Earnshaw must have felt, exiled from Heathcliff. Bleak desolation.
Despite the downloaded Brontë, Virginia was basically a practical girl. She had made do for herself, largely, during the years after her accident. Later, after the Korozhet soft-cyber implant had returned her intelligence, she realized that the servants had neglected their brain-damaged charge in the knowledge that Virginia could not report their slackness to her mother. But even then she had not done so; nor had she requested new servants. Truth be told, Virginia preferred lazy servants. Less bothersome.
So, after a few weepy moments she got to her feet, bumped her head again and began to make a systematic examination of her prison, by feel. She had just concluded that Fluff was right about the lack of door or any other exit except the air hole, when he returned.
"Virginia." Never had the sound of her own name been so sweet.
Relief! "I was so worried, Fluff! Come and give me a hug."
"I don't think I can." There was real misery in the galago's voice. "I might stick fast forever. There is no one to push me through on this side."
"Oh no!" Virginia felt more deserted than ever. "What are we going to do?"
"I am just glad to be back near you, Virginia," said the galago, sounding piteous. "I was so scared I would not find my way. These tunnels! There are so many of them, and they are all so alike."
"Fluff! You must mark the way somehow."
"With what, Virginia?" he asked.
She was at a loss. "I suppose . . . I could tear pieces off my blouse."
"The Maggots might spot that. I scratched little marks. I just found them hard to . . . find."
"Did . . . did you find any food or any water?"
"Indeed I did." There was pride in the galago's reply. "Great store bins of grain, and things all thrown into huge pits."
"And a drink . . . I'm parched."
The galago was silent for a few moments. "Yes. Although . . . short of bringing it in my cheeks . . . but I will make some kind of plan."