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to Kerrick.
    "You feed it. I don't like its teeth."
    "Inlènu* is harmless. Nothing but a stupid fargi."
    Inlènu* closed her thumbs about the deer leg, then chewed slowly and powerfully on the tough meat, gazing blankly into the distance.
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    "What did you say it was?" Herilak asked.
    "Fargi. It, well, I cannot say what the word means. Something like one who is learning to speak, but is not very good at it."
    "Are you a fargi?"
    "I am not!" Kerrick was insulted. "I am Yilanè. That is, although I am Tanu, I speak like a Yilanè so I am considered one. Was considered one."
    "How did this happen? Do you remember?"
    "Now I do. But I didn't, not for a long time."
    His voice was halting, the words difficult to say, as he spoke aloud for the first time about what had happened to sammad Amahast. Relived the slaughter, the captivity, the fear of certain death and the unexpected reprieve. He stopped then because the words he spoke now did not seem capable of describing his years since that day.
    Herilak was silent as well, understanding a little of what had happened to the boy Kerrick who had managed to live when all the others had died. A lone survivor who had somehow found a way to come to terms with the murgu. Who had learned their language and learned to live among them. He was a lot like them now, though he would not be aware of that. He moved about when he talked, then sat immobile when he was finished. They had done something to him; there was not a hair on his body. And he wore that pouch, made to look like his skin, as though they had taken away his maleness as well. Herilak's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden splash of water.
    Kerrick heard it too and the color drained from his face. "They have found us. I am dead."
    Herilak waved him to silence as he took up the spear, stood and faced downstream. There was more splashing, the sound of the bushes being pushed aside just around the bend. He raised the spear as the hunter appeared.
    "It is Ortnar," he said, then called out.
    Ortnar recoiled at the sound, then straightened and waved back. He was close to exhaustion, leaning on his spear as he came forward. Only when he was closer did he see Inlènu*. He seized up the spear to hurl it at her, was stopped only by Herilak's command.
    "Stop. The marag is a prisoner. Are you alone?"
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    "Yes, now." He dropped heavily to the ground. He laid his bow and empty quiver aside, but kept his spear in his hand and looked angrily at Inlènu*. "Tellges was with me, we had been hunting when the murgu attacked, we were just returning to the sammad. We fought until our arrows were gone. They came at us with the death-sticks. There was nothing more we could do. All behind us were dead. I made him leave, but he hung back, did not run fast enough. They followed and he turned to fight. He fell. I came on alone.
    Now tell me—what are these creatures?"
    "I am no creature, I am Tanu," Kerrick said angrily.
    "Like no Tanu I have ever seen. No hair, no spear, tied to that marag…"
    "Silence," Herilak ordered. "This is Kerrick, son of Amahast. His mother was my sister. He has been a prisoner of the murgu."
    Ortnar rubbed his mouth with his fist. "I spoke in haste. This has been a day of death. I am Ortnar and I welcome you." His face twisted with an expression of grim humor. "Welcome to the sammad of Herilak, much reduced in numbers." He glanced up at the darkening sky. "There will be many new stars there tonight."
    The sun was low now and the air was cool at this altitude. Inlènu* laid aside the well-gnawed bone and looked in Kerrick's direction.
    "Humbly ask, low to high, where are the cloaks?"
    "There are no cloaks, Inlènu*."
    "I am cold."
    Kerrick shivered as well, but not from the cold. "There is nothing I can do, Inlènu*, nothing at all."
    CHAPTER TWO
    Inlènu* died during the night. Kerrick woke at dawn, shivering with cold. There was a beading of dew on the grass and mist was rising from the stream. When he turned towards Inlènu* he saw that her mouth was gaping open, her eyes staring sightlessly.
    The cold , he thought. She died in the night of the cold.
    Then he saw the pool of blood under her head. A spearpoint had been thrust into her throat, silencing her West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    and killing her. Who had done this cruel thing? Herilak was still asleep but Ortnar's eyes were open, staring coldly at him.
    "You did this!" Kerrick cried out, jumping to his feet.