And over all of them grew a thick net of ivy, flowers blooming upon flowers, leaves twitching as insects crawled over them. They seemed a world away from the dead forests beyond with no life.

‘ All that grows on Teji,’ the lizardman Bagagame had said as he escorted them in, ‘ grows for Togu.’

Of course, the reptile hadn’t bothered to say why, amongst the various pieces of furniture, there wasn’t a chair or stool to spare the honoured guests the uniquely displeasing sensation of having soil crawl up one’s rear end. Then again, he hadn’t bothered to say why the king never moved or spoke before he vanished behind the throne … and presumably stayed there.

‘We’ll ask him if we can sift through this’ — he paused — ‘collection.’

‘You were going to say “garbage”.’

‘You don’t know what I was going to say.’

‘Whatever,’ Kataria grunted. ‘It’s all moot since I’m pretty sure he’s not going to wake up in this lifetime.’

He glanced up towards the throne at the end of the hut, overpolished to a lumpy, greasy sheen. Squatting in its seat, as he had done for the past half hour, the past four conversations and the past two conversations that included discussions of itches in strange places, Togu sat, impassive, unmoving and possibly dead.

He was likely very impressive under the brown cloak, Lenk thought, if bottle-shaped and narrow-necked counted as kingly features in Owauku society. He blinked, considering; that seemed to fit the kind of persona that would be cultivated by a race of heavy-smoking, bug-eyed, bipedal reptiles who ate, raised and wore bugs.

But electing a corpse seemed a bit too eccentric even for them.

He was giving heavy consideration to the idea, though, considering King Togu didn’t even appear to be breathing, much less moving, at the moment.

Probably a concern.

‘ Why worry about it?’

Why worry about the fact that we’ve been waiting half an hour to talk to a dead lizard?

‘ Well, when you say it likethat …’

A noise crept through his head. It began softly, then rang with crystalline clarity: cold, clear and mirthful. His eyes went wide.

Did you just … laugh?

‘Ah, honoured guests!’

The bass voice of Bagagame boomed with the ache that rose in Lenk’s neck whenever the Owauku made his presence known. He looked up to see the stout lizardman waddling in from the small hole in the stone wall that formed the hut’s back entrance. His yellow grin broad, he bowed deeply, doffing his hat.

‘May Bagagame present, on behalf of y’most pleased hosts of Teji …’ He stepped aside, pulling back the portal’s leather flap. ‘King Togu!’

Lenk turned a baffled stare from the hole to the figure seated upon the throne. Seeing no movement from the shrouded figure seated upon the throne, he glanced back to the portal and instantly had to choose between greeting, screaming or vomiting at the sight of the creature creeping out of the shadows.

It was difficult to decide, however; there was no clear way to regard the amalgamation of green flesh, fine silk and dirty feathers that came out and regarded the companions with its yellow stare, for, truly, Lenk really had no idea what the hell King Togu was.

Superficially, at least, it resembled an Owauku: stout, green, with a belly as round as his massive, gourdlike eyes. But this one sported a pair of long, fleshy whiskers that hung so far from his blunt snout as to dangle about his stubby feet.

Still, the silk robe he wore open, so that it formed a purple frame to the bright jewel he wore in his belly, suggested something that had been digging in a nobleman’s trash. The feathered headdress he wore about his prodigious skull and the nauseating blend of flowers, vines, feathers and leathers he wore as decoration … well, Lenk really had no explanation for that.

Quietly, the creature surveyed them, his eyes swivelling from Lenk to Kataria, then fixating one on Kataria while the other rolled with uncomfortable slowness to stare at Lenk. Eyes split apart, his face soon followed suit as a large, yellow-toothed smile neatly bisected the green visage into two equal segments of scaly flesh.

‘Cousins,’ King Togu spoke in a voice earth-deep and flower-sweet, ‘be welcome.’

‘Uh … thanks,’ Lenk replied. Possibly not the best greeting in the presence of reptilian royalty, he thought, but he found that the creature’s presence robbed him of coherent thought for anything more elegant. ‘I’m …’ He searched for a word and settled, reluctantly. ‘ Glad?Glad that you’ve given us your time today.’

‘Glad? Glad?’ Both yellow eyes swivelled to regard Lenk incredulously. ‘ Merelyglad?’ He whirled upon Bagagame, face twisted into a frown. ‘ Merelyglad. Why not great? Why not fantastic? Why not in need of a drink, so viciously does the excitement inspired by Teji’s majesty seep out of their mouths?’

‘I don’t know!’ Bagagame offered, shrugging helplessly. ‘Maybe they came to complain? The sun don’t shine that brightly these days and maybe-’

‘The sun alwaysshines on Teji!’ Togu drove his point home at the end of a stubby backhand against the shorter Owauku’s cheek. ‘ Youare the one that diminishes our great reputation! Look!’ He smacked his subject again, sending one eye spinning towards Lenk. ‘A giant bugis sitting on his head! Is this how we will be remembered?’

‘Oh, right,’ Lenk said, suddenly feeling the dragonfly as it, suddenly frightened by the noise, scurried down onto his face. He reached up to brush it away. ‘It’s really no-’

‘Sorry! Sorry! M’fix that right up now!’ Bagagame came bounding over, eyes fixated on the sapphire-coloured insect.

‘It’s not necessary!’ Lenk’s hand moved away from the bug and out in a futile attempt to stop the Owauku as his lips slowly parted. ‘No! No, don’t-’

His words were lost in the subsequent squishing sound and he blinked dumbly, unable to find any others. He didn’t feel this was at all inappropriate; it was, after all, quite difficult to form the proper thoughts to express one’s feelings at feeling the thick, sticky end of a lizardman’s three-foot-long tongue plastered to one’s cheek. Even as Bagagame drew it back, winged prize twitching as he yanked it into his grinning mouth, he was at a loss.

He remained in that dumbstruck silence for a moment, blinking through the veil of saliva dribbling down his eyelid as he slowly, calmly licked his lips.

‘Right,’ he said, ‘so, anyway, we’re leaving.’

‘Leaving.’ Togu levelled a scowl at Bagagame. ‘ Leaving. Why leaving?’

‘I don’t-’

The king made a sweeping gesture back to the portal he had emerged from. ‘Go and get the coals.’

Bagagame offered a bob of his head, scurrying off to the shadows and leaving the larger Owauku to sigh and stalk toward his throne, keeping one large eye upon the companions. Lenk watched him with some befuddlement; he wasn’t quite sure how he expected the king to take the news, but he wasn’t anticipating such calmness.

Then again, he wasn’t sure he had ever actually anticipated having to explain anything to a feathered lizardman.

‘Naturally, I’m a bit curious,’ Togu said. ‘Have we not done all we could to establish our hospitality?’

The quality of the king’s speech should likely have provided some comfortable familiarity, Lenk thought. Contrasted against the other Owauku, it merely made him seem all the more peculiar.

‘Well, yes,’ Lenk replied, ‘but surely, you must have known we’d have to leave sometime.’

‘Of course.’

The king deftly leapt onto the armrest of his throne, nearly slipping from the wax before sliding up to perch on the velvet-lined back. His position, combined with his feathers, lent him an avian appearance that was only made more ominous as he reached down with a foot to slide the cloak off the stout figure seated in the throne. A truly massive waterpipe was revealed, seated smugly on the red velvet as Togu reached down to pluck up the hose and bring it to his scaly lips.