The events of the day before had struck so suddenly, and
with such sweeping change that he found his mind racing, trying to put
back the pieces of all that had happened, and think what he must now do
in answer.
Slowly it came back to him. The piled furs on which he sat had been
placed for him there by Sylviana, the young woman-child who lived in
this place, some sort of wide underground passageway. She had nursed
his wounds and spoken strangely of a land he would never see. Of the
rest he was still quite uncertain, but at least sensed that he was safe,
a knowledge that helped quiet his fears, and soothe the angry horde of
questions that kept pounding at his brain. Looking across the room he
saw that the girl lay sleeping a short distance away, lying in a similar
bed among the shadows of the far wall. She had tried to make him sleep
there instead but he refused, it being so foolishly placed beneath the
unprotected shaft. At her feet rested the he-wolf, Akar, the creature
most largely responsible for his present plight. Seeing him Kalus
remembered his banishment, an event which had yet to make its full
impact upon him. He shook his head in dismay.
HOW WILL I STAY ALIVE? he found himself asking. EVEN THE WOLF BARELY
LIVES, AND HE IS BY FAR A GREATER HUNTER THAN I.
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