Enclave by Ann Aguirre

we’ll try to set up some trade.” I paused, lowering my voice. “Freaks are following us.”
    He grasped the problem at once. “Instead of attacking, they’re looking for the bigger prize.”
    “They want to see where we live.” That definitely indicated a level of intelligence we’d never encountered in them before.
    “We have to lose them before heading back to enclave.”
    I nodded. “Yeah.”
    He leaned in to whisper, “You’re sure we’re safe here?”
    I pitched my voice low. “Relatively. We’re bigger and stronger, and I do think they want to trade. They wanted me for breeding at first, but I convinced them it wasn’t an option.”
    His teeth flashed white in the smoky torchlight. “And no bodies? Impressive.”
    Wearily, I sank down onto the stone floor. Around us, they went about their business. There were more of them than I’d first realized, though few in comparison with us. Considering their relative proximity, it was more impressive that we hadn’t known of their existence before. Silk would probably want to kill them.
    They brought us a thin gruel that appeared to have been made from mushrooms and stuff best not inquired about. I forced myself to eat it and thanked them for the meal. Fade sat close beside me, practically keeping a hand on me at all times in case I disappeared again. His subtle concern warmed me.
    I was starting to be able to tell the Burrowers apart. Though they shared a certain resemblance, the one who’d rescued me first was a touch taller than the rest. He gave me a little bow and said, “Am Jengu.”
    “Deuce.” I pointed at my partner and said, “Fade. You want to tell us what you have to trade?”
    “Why doan I show you?”
    I figured that was a good idea; I could tell the elders specifically what the Burrowers had to offer. With Fade close behind, I followed Jengu down another tunnel. We negotiated some twists and turns. The fatty torches made the air taste as bitter as burned meat. I tried to breathe only through my nose.
    We emerged on a platform like the one where we’d rested. There appeared to be no other access, due to a collapse and heavy tons of rock. Despite the blockage, this area was brighter and better ventilated. But that wasn’t even the most remarkable part—I’d never seen such a collection of old stuff. They had piles and piles of it, just sitting on the platforms. Most of it, I had no idea what it was or what it did, but this was the kind of treasure trove that would make the Wordkeeper run all the way here in person, just to examine the artifacts.
    “Worth a few fish?” Jengu asked.
    “And then some.”
    I didn’t look through the stacks of stuff, although I longed to. But time was ticking away for Fade and me. We needed to rest and then get moving. Surely the Freaks would’ve lost our trail by the time we woke.
    “Do you mind if we sleep here?” Fade asked. “You can search our bags now to see what we have, and then again before we go. We won’t take anything.”
    “You wan sleep in storage?” Jengu seemed puzzled.
    I understood Fade’s request, at least. The ceilings were higher, and it smelled a little better in here. Good-hearted they might be, I didn’t think our Burrower friends practiced much in the way of cleaning.
    “If you don’t mind.” I held out my pack so he could rifle through it.
    “Got dis where?” he asked, pulling out one of the slim books.
    “On the way back from Nassau. There was a room up some stairs—”
    “Ah,” he said. “Up near Topside?”
    I nodded. “I guess.”
    “Anything else?”
    “Sure,” Fade answered. “We didn’t take it all. Couldn’t carry it.”
    Jengu seemed pleased. It was more for them to collect when it came time to trade. Once he was satisfied as to what belonged to us, he shuffled off toward the smaller tunnels. I guessed he felt more at home in the darkness with the coziness of low ceilings. It made me feel trapped.
    “You’re all right?” Fade asked, once