Bronze Gods

“Tell me you found something. Anything, to get us out of here.” Her eyes twinkled at him. “I discovered a woman can be traded for two goats, a laying hen, and a wheel of cheese.” Mikani eyed her, speculative. “I’m sure I could get at least three goats for you. Think Rudo’s still accepting offers?” “Please. I’m worth at least four goats and an ox.”

“I’m hard to kill. Like a weed, but more charming.” “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered. “I would probably do better with Rudo.” “He’s not your type. Too sensitive. A would-be musician, from the way he tried to play a symphony on my ribs.”