At length a door was opened in front of him and a feverish light
streamed out. He fell forward. Perhaps someone caught him; perhaps
they did not.
He knew nothing more.
Chapter 19
Kalus revived (or came to) the next morning, but could not at first
remember where he was. The events of the day before had struck so
suddenly..... Again he lay in the bed of cool moss, covered with furs,
his wounds being treated by the soothing hands of a woman-child. He
turned as if in a dream to look upon the face of his redeemer.
But no, that was long ago. Now the woman-child was his friend, his
mate. Was it possible? Why was the chamber so cold? And what of the
wolf-cub that lay nestled beside him? As the cloud of amnesia, like a
blow to the head which jarred him to another time, slowly cleared, he
remembered. And understood. The images of Kamela's death came back
to him with feverish clarity. He shivered, and a burst of physical
panic made him bolt upright, scattering the furs and startling the cub.
The girl took him by the shoulders and forced him back down.
Unprotected, his skin felt icy cold, and his body ached with a dull,
yellow pain.
One by one the furs were replaced on top of him. He did not fight, but
clung to them as if to life, and tucked the edges beneath him to block
out the cold.
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