'No!' he cried angrily. And that was all he said.
A deep silence filled the chamber as his comrades cowered back in
disbelief. The he-wolf slipped out silently---grateful, but puzzled as
to why he had been spared.
Regaining their senses, the hill-people's astonishment was quickly
turned to anger and resentment. For many months they had grown wary,
and suspicious of the young, tawny-haired hunter. They could not
understand how this youth could be born of their own flesh, and yet
still be so completely unlike them. For the color of HIS hair was
light, and his eyes were a deep blue. And what of his peculiar desire
to be on his own? Unlike the others he did not seem to need the
protection of the clan, nor sometimes even to want it.
It was Barabbas who confronted him first. Speaking through primitive
sign language, he told Kalus he was angry that he fed and protected the
intruder, and that if he wished to remain among them, he would have to
come to accept the ways of his people. Shaking his spear menacingly, he
added a final note of warning to his primitive demands.
To the end of his days Kalus would not understand what was about to
happen next. But in that moment of high emotion, it was as if something
in the true nature of his comrades had been revealed to him for the
first time.
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