Searching it for spiders, I came across a chamber
filled with many strange and beautiful things. I forgot all else for
the wonder of it. But the thing I would most have for myself was the
long silver box. Inside it was the body of a woman-child, your mistress
it seems. She was fair of face and skin, and I grieved for her. I
tried to touch her, but was stopped by a film which was there, and yet
was not there (fiberglass). Breaking free the webs that held her
(life-support tubes and wires), I brought her here to my cave, thinking
she was dead.
But this passing is not important now. You and she are both welcome on
my mountain. It is the man-beast I do not trust. His kind are
treacherous and unpredictable, and they carry with them the fire that
kills.
Akar- But he is not like them, Master. He is an outcast, like myself,
and worthy of trust. To him also, and more deeply, I am indebted for my
life.
Skither- It seems you owe your life many times, my friend. How is it
that the brother of Shaezar has come to lead such a perilous existence?
Akar- ... Shaezar is dead, killed by a rival while I was away. I could
not serve in a pack whose unwanted leader had slain my true brother, so
I set out to live on my own. The days have indeed been perilous, but I
have vowed never to return.
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