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friend,” Karukan
declared. “And, I believe your counsel will be wise.”
    Wooter didn’t know why the King thought that,
as no one else had ever professed any confidence in his wisdom.
However, leaving the frigid north to stand behind the new king’s
throne was inarguably the smartest thing he had ever
done.
     
    All these years later, as Wooter made his way
back to the palace, to his solitary room, he didn’t regret his
actions for a minute. Soon, very soon, he would be one of only a
handful left alive.
     

Chapter 6
     
     
    Lynda had a choice to make and it wouldn’t
depend on who she loved best. Frankly, she didn’t love either of
them, not Wooter, and certainly, not Kalila’s man, Yurt. They were
both assholes, and she was being kind when she said
that.
    Her option was this: she could stay, and Yurt
would find her a safe hole in a dome. That’s essentially what it
would be, and no amount of knick knicks or paintings would improve
the décor. It would be a windowless, claustrophobic closet deep
beneath the ground, a living coffin where she would remain until
she died.
    Lynda could probably marry Yurt. She knew he
wanted to, and then, they’d have kids who would be born and raised
in this underground city. Like their neighbors the moles and
cockroaches, and the handful of other people who managed to stay
alive, Lynda’s sole job would be a mother, responsible for Hahr’s
regeneration.
    “It won’t be so bad,” Yurt had insisted, when
he took her on tour of a facility, specifically the one to which
King Markiis Kalila and his loyal lieutenants were all assigned.
“It’s actually quite grand. You’ll see. It’ll be just like living
outside as we are now. You’ll get used to it. If our King and Saint
decrees we must, we will get used to anything.”
    He pinched her then, in that annoying way he
did, possessively, and a bit sadistically, to show her who was
boss. It was hard enough to hurt a little, and also indicative that
he could do much worse. If he wanted to. If she didn’t stay in
line, and follow his orders.
    Yurt could break her wrist, or twist her arm
until it bruised. Once, he punched her in the face and knocked out
three teeth. Lynda told Wooter she had fallen down the stairs. They
were covered with snow, and she was wearing heels because she
always wanted to look her best for him. There had been doubt in
Wooter’s eyes, but he didn’t ask or push for further explanation.
Lynda was a whore, and these things happened.
    Now, as she gazed up at the false blue sky,
interrupted only occasionally by a lazy cloud, Lynda wondered which
option was the better of two evils.
    “What do you think?” Yurt asked, as she stared
off in the distance at the green mountains rising majestically
above the Red Ocean and pink sand beaches. It was just like
outside, just like it really was, but not for long.
    The problem with the visage before them, Lynda
thought, although she didn’t say, was that it was all fake,
synthetic, an illusion. In reality, instead of those scattered
clouds, metal struts held up a leaden roof, which was intended to
protect them from nuclear isotopes swirling in the air.
    “How long would we have to live in
here?”
    Yurt shrugged and reached for her arm. He
pulled her tightly against his side, running a hand across her
buttocks. Yurt was forever ready, forever wanting, forever taking,
even when she hurt. To be with Wooter was a relief, despite his
frustration.
    “Forever. At least, it would be forever for
us, and our children for several generations hence. But, our people
will live. Hahr will recover. Our King and Saint’s descendants will
still reign in a thousand years, when Karukan the Infidel, and the
name de Kudisha is long forgotten.”
    Yurt new about the Karupta spacecraft. Lynda
had told him. That was her job. He laughed at it, scorned the
Karut’s for imagining they could escape.
    Wooter, on the other hand, mocked the domes
Hahr was constructing.
    “We’ll see how well