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"Somebody was spying on us," said Dengar. He had already eliminated himself as the source of the leak, and he had sworn Manaroo to secrecy. Neelah wasn't a likely suspect; there had been no place for her to go, no one for her to talk to while she'd been out in the Dune Sea.
And she hadn't left the hiding place since Dengar had taken her in. Maybe somebody from Jabba's palace, he thought. There had been plenty of scoundrels there, even after Jabba's death, with the necessary skills for staying unseen while watching the comings and goings out in the wastelands. Especially after losing a lucrative gig with the Hutt, any one of them would be motivated to sell valuable info to the highest bidder. To some agent of the Empire or anybody else who had a big enough grudge against Boba Fett. "That must have been what happened."
Dengar nodded slowly. "Somebody saw me taking Fett down into my hiding place."
"Don't be stupid." Neelah shook her head. "If somebody knew exactly where Fett had been taken, they wouldn't bother blowing up everything within sight of the Great Pit of Carkoon. One missile, straight down the tu
"If that's all it took to kill him off, they would have done it the easy way. And the quiet way."
She had a point, Dengar admitted to himself. Boba Fett wasn't the only one who lived by secrets; the kind of clients he'd had, and enemies he'd made, were the same way. A surgical strike would have eliminated Fett without the risk of drawing attention that a bombing raid entailed. Dengar had heard nothing the last time he'd been talking to his own information sources in Mos Eisley about a contract being put out on Boba Fett. So if anybody was actively gu
"Unless," said Dengar, "there's some other reason for the raid... ."
Neelah gave him a withering look. "Do you think there's some other reason?"
He didn't bother to answer. Silence filled the tu
"We can go back up?"
"Are you kidding?" Dengar shook his head, then picked up the lantern and directed its light toward the tu
A shiver of disgust ran across Neelah's shoulders.
The smell of rot was noticeably stronger toward the tu
"Can he travel?" Dengar pointed toward Boba Fett.
"It would be better," said SHSl-B, "from a ther apeutic standpoint, if he were left undisturbed."
"That's not what I asked."
"I don't know why you bothered to inquire at all."
SHSl-B's tone was distinctly haughty. "I imagine you'll do whatever you're pla
"Come on." Dengar motioned Neelah over toward the pallet. "These droids don't know how tough this barve really is."
They managed to lift the pallet, with Dengar taking most of the unconscious figure's weight into his arms, until the loose gravel shifted under his feet and he saw how strong Neelah actually was; she braced herself and caught the load from toppling to one side. Dengar instructed one of the medical droids to loop the carrying strap of the pallet around his neck. With the lantern's beam wavering ahead of them, they started downward into the murk and stomach-churning smell.
"How do you know ..." At the pallet's back end, Neelah gasped for breath. "How do you know we can get out this way?"
"I don't," said Dengar simply. "But there's an air current coming in from somewhere. You can feel it on your face." He glanced over his shoulder at her. The nauseated pallor had diminished slightly; she had gone numb to the smell of the decaying Sarlacc's carcass, buried beneath whatever was left of its nest under the Great Pit of Carkoon. Neelah took a deep breath, nostrils flared, and only gagged slightly. "Even with the stink," continued Dengar, "I can tell it's coming from somewhere outside of these tu
The bombing raid might have collapsed the rest of the tu
"You sound pretty calm about that possibility."
"What's my choices? I volunteered for this gig." One corner of Dengar's mouth lifted in a grim smile. "Later on, when I'm actually dying, I might let myself get a little more emotional about it. In the meantime we might as well save our strength for whatever digging we're going to have to do." He lifted his end of the pallet higher. "Come on. We might as well find out what it's going to be."
The two medical droids followed behind. "This goes against all sound therapeutic protocols." SHS1-B voiced its concern again. "We're not taking responsibility for whatever happens to our patient."
"Absolution." The shorter one trundled with dif ficulty over the tu
"Yeah, right. Whatever." Dengar didn't look back at the complaining droids. "You're off the hook." The lantern's beam faded away into the darkness ahead of him.
"Just don't tell me about it."
"Do you think he'll be okay?" The worry in Neelah's voice was audible. "He's been jostled around quite a bit.
Maybe we should let the droids take a look at him-"
"That's a good idea." Dengar kept on walking down the tu
"Oh." Neelah sounded abashed. "I guess you're right."
"About this one, I am. We'll all be better off the sooner we get out of here." He was already thinking about the next time he would see Manaroo. And if he would ever see her again. A lot of his recent decisions, his plans and schemes, were swiftly metamorphosing to regrets. And this could be the last one, he thought as the pallet's weight combined with that of its unconscious passenger to dig into Dengar's hands. Even his sensory perceptions-the tantalizing hint of fresh air against his sweating face-could have been lies and wishes, rather than the simple truth that he was walking through his own tomb.
His doubts faded a bit when the tu
"Look!" Neelah called out from behind him.
Dengar glanced over his shoulder, then in the di rection in which her upraised hand pointed, as she balanced the corner of the pallet against her thigh. The lantern's beam swept across a slanting heap of broken stone. "I don't see anything... ."
"Turn off the lantern," ordered Neelah.
He thumbed off the power switch. The light had been dim enough that his eyes only took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. Which wasn't complete a thread of daylight, clouded with dust motes, drew a jag-edged spot only a few inches from the toes of his boots. Dengar tilted his head back and spotted the cleft in the rocks overhead. The hole looked hardly bigger than the width of his hand.