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      “Quick, follow me and be absolutely quiet,” said Parvati. “Mushika, come with us.”

      She glided out of the crevice but instead of crawling out onto the path, she went up the wall, which was overgrown with vines, and onto the branch of a sal tree. Tara and Ananth followed her into the safety of the leaves. Mushika scampered up behind them, sure-footed and confident. From their perch, they watched silently.

      Zarku stood at the entrance, pointing to the footsteps. The rest of the Vetalas stood around him, holding aloft burning torches.

      “Both of them are in there. SEIZE THEM NOW,” roared Zarku, his third eye spitting yellow sparks. Two of the thinnest Vetalas came forward and squeezed through the crevice while the others surrounded the entrance.

      Tara moved closer to her mother. Needing her touch, she intertwined the tip of her tail with her mother’s tail. Their sleek black bodies blended in with the foliage, making them invisible.

      “Hurry up, you morons. What is taking so long?” yelled Zarku. “Drag them out here so that I can have the pleasure of burning them to ashes.”