'
He looked past her on the floor to see one of the furs from her former
bed, folded over and half filled with treasures she thought to keep. He
asked to see the knife. He withdrew it from its sheath and gazed at it
admiringly, not at all upset. Instead he nodded his approval.
'You have done well. He said we could take one other weapon, and I
see that you have chosen the best.' He gave it back to her. 'What
are the other things? Will he miss them?'
'I don't think so. It's just a few books, some bowls, and a
flask for carrying water. And this.' She pulled the fur closer,
fished around inside it for a moment, drew out a small whet stone.
'It's for sharpening steel.'
Again he smiled. 'You have done very well. I will make a hunter of
you yet.' She put out her arms to embrace the wolf, who pulled away,
though gently. Akar went again to the entrance.
'How did it go with you?' she asked Kalus.
'Your friend is very clever, though his heart is not in it. He drew
away the beavers while I took the poles. The female---' He laughed.
'She was so angry. I think she would have killed me if she got the
chance.'
'Killed you? A little two-foot long beaver?'
'Two feet?' he winced. 'Perhaps the beavers of your world are
only that long, but I promise you, these were larger than any wolf.
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