"Vritra, you should pray to your clan deity that Oman won't get the air of the incident. " Vasu said to the snake-charmer while scrutinizing his black neck "What had gotten into you so you dared to attack the boy? "
The reckless of his companion had caught him off guard. He had thought the snake-charmer was just fooling around with the boy and the maid.
"I seek pardon for spiling lord's plan. It was really recklessness of me." Vritra replied, his face was still pale, and his eyes bloodshot.
"I want an explanation, not a sorry face, Vritra. There is too much at stake. Crown Prince Tissa is coming tomorrow. And when he will find out that one of my men would've nearly spoiled his years-long plannings. You think a sorry face will be enough to appease his anger. "
Vasu said with a worry-filled face.
"It was my naga-mani (snake stone)," replied Vritra, the chief of snake-charmers, a man feared by all serpents.
