Therefore, her thoughts
continued, his hopes, fears and yearnings were a direct outgrowth of
that world. His morals, free from religious preconceptions, were
dictated to him solely and directly by the needs of Nature.
Her last thought came to her as a culmination, almost an orgasm, of all
the others that had come before it, tying them together and giving them
still greater meaning and significance. Her lover lived, the more so
because he did not know it, the deepest and purest human existence: that
of spiritual yearning, and animal desire.
She pulled the soft fur tighter, massaged one arm with the other, and
looked out across the plains. The snow had all but stopped, and far out
over the western hills her eyes caught movement against the clouds. It
might have been an eagle but for the unnatural, straight ahead motion of
its flight..... Her heart sank. Slowly but steadily the flying shape
drew on, till there could be no doubt. Dejectedly, she called down to
her companion.
'Kalus.' His head jerked towards her. 'You'd better come up
here.' He turned a quick half circle and drew his sword as if
expecting danger. Finding none, he looked up at her with a questioning
gaze. Her arm pointed out over the grass- and tree-pocked drifts of the
savanna. Seeing what she saw, but not appearing to, he sheathed his
sword and began to climb.
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