“Will you join me inside here?” asked Orne. “There’s a passenger seat right behind me.”
Tanub’s eyes moved catlike: right, left. “Yes.” He turned, barked an order into the jungle gloom, then climbed in behind Orne.
“When do we go?” asked Orne.
“The great sun will be down soon,” said Tanub. “We can continue as soon as Chiranachuruso rises.”
“Chiranachuruso?”
“Our satellite ... our moon,” said Tanub.
“It’s a beautiful word,” said Orne. “Chiranachuruso.”
“In our tongue it means: The Limb of Victory,” said Tanub. “By its light we will continue.”
Orne turned, looked back at Tanub. “Do you mean to tell me that you can see by what light gets down here through those trees?”
“Can you not see?” asked Tanub.