Why did his anguish
move her so? 'Maybe you're just better than they are. You feel
things they can't.'
'I do not feel better. I thank you for saying it, but I do not think
it is so. Barabbas, my new father..... It is easy for me to speak with
you and say I do not love the hunt. But he must feed and protect many
others. Please believe me, that is not an easy thing.' She let it go
at that, sensing an undercurrent of anger, or something, in his words.
Kalus was silent for a time, lost among his thoughts. But as the
daylight began to fade, he too felt the need to know something more of
his companion. Largest in his mind was the question of her origin,
since it carried with it the one answer which truly mattered. Could she
ever be his?
'Sylviana. You say you are not from the Island. How then did you
come here? In all my years I have heard of no other tribe for many
miles around, surely none so fair of face and skin, that wear such
garments.' The girl looked down, and realized for the first time how
odd her own clothes must seem to him: the gauze top, the worn and fading
denim jeans. And her hair, somewhere between blond and brunette, with
streaks of both. Silver earrings and bracelet. But these thoughts were
as a passing shadow on her mind. How could she possibly tell him the
truth of her existence? Somehow she had to try.
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