35. Vakunda, the Witch Couple

Cheetah had finally made it to the riverbank. His nightmare was over.

The waters had become still. Not a single sound could be heard, not only from the waters but from anywhere else. The still silence unnerved him. He had forgotten about the pain in his shoulder. He wanted to yell for Brahmuhn’s name but he was beginning to think the worst. All he could do was scour the river with his eyes.

Suddenly, one or two bubbles rippled on the surface. The bubbles would ripple once every two seconds but eventually, the interval would lessen. They finally stopped and the ghostly silence returned.

Like logs that had been held underwater for too long, one by one the bodies of the women floated to the surface until finally, Brahmuhn’s knobkerrie.

Cheetah was aghast. Had the “Great Brahmuhn” finally met his fate? He refused to believe that something so impossible could be proven possible.

Just then, Brahmuhn’s hand reached forth from the dept