He
thought of this, and it puzzled him. At length he said:
'I cannot always let myself feel things. I hope you understand that.
Perhaps, you must feel them for me.'
She glimmered softly with marble eyes and said, 'Yes,' but her
mind was far away. One phrase only kept echoing inside it, gathering
deeper associations as it fell, like a leaf, into place.
THE LIFE OF AN ANIMAL.
Night came, and they slept.
Chapter 10
Morning came slowly, as it will in a cave facing westward, and Sylviana
stirred to find her companions long since wakened. The wolf remained on
his guard by the door, while Kalus continued work on a spear. He had
labored far into the night preparing the shaft, the narrowest and
straightest of the poles he had brought. He was just fitting his stone
knife into the etched groove at the top, to serve as a spearhead, when
he became aware of her.
'Did you sleep well?' he asked without sarcasm.
'Yes.' She rose from the fur, pushed back her hair and took a long
drink from the steel flask, which Kalus had filled. She felt safe and
rested as she brought it down again, no longer oppressed by the curving,
serrated walls and close proximity of her friends. A deeper, and more
necessary sleep she had not known for days uncounted.
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