'When we needed it
most.' Again she buried her face against him, in her exhaustion
unable to stop crying.
'Because he has the heart of a champion,' said Kalus, himself both
moved and ashamed. The help unlooked-for had arrived, and they would
live a little longer.
Chapter 21
The next day Kalus felt a little better. The small portion of meat he
had been able to push past his swollen throat had calmed his delirium,
and seemed to help his body generate a little warmth of its own. But he
was still very sick, and any attempt to get up and move about was met
with failure and a stern rebuke from the girl. She didn't realize,
and possibly shouldn't have, that to Kalus being helpless was the
equivalent of being dead. This attempt at the least physical exertion,
walking, was his way of rejecting fear and trying, impossible as the
task seemed, to turn away from the inner darkness that told him his life
was over.
Because Kalus, too, had great heart. No matter how many times he was
broken, he had always been able to rally somehow and go on. The problem
now was that he had lost sight of that faith and hope, the belief that
no matter what happened, he would always find a way to survive, and keep
the spirit alive inside him.
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