Some grim news (or
threat) had been passed on to him; and because he had been weak, because
he had surrendered to emotion, because he had made love, he was being
punished, and blamed himself. Such were the scars that his life had
left upon him.
When at length he looked up at her, she knew that her fears had been
realized. The closeness and love that had been in his eyes so few hours
before, were gone. All feeling had left him, and he was again trapped
in the world he did not understand.
His guiding star was gone.
Chapter 16
The next morning when Kalus woke, he felt, through the pain and loss, a
resurgence (and need) of life and hope. The cold had crept beneath his
fur while he slept, and all around him hung a chill moist air that
called for action. He still cared for the girl, there were other lives
linked to his own, and he knew he must continue. Skither had told him
he must.
So he rose and walked out onto the parapet. Sylviana was there ahead of
him, her eyes tearing from the cold and lack of sleep, wrapped in the
same fur that now seemed more a refuge than a friend. And though he was
sorry he couldn't, he did not touch her. She turned to him a face
that understood, but hurt the more because of it. He pretended not to
notice.
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