West of Eden

two had dived into the water. Ortnar was a strong swimmer and he reached the dead bird first, seizing it by the wing and spinning it about in the water. But it was too large for him to handle alone and he had to wait for Herilak to help him drag it ashore. They emerged from the river, their fur garments wet and streaming, pulling the immense bird after them, then letting it drop onto the sand.
    "Look there," Kerrick said, "on its leg, that black creature."
    The bird was dead, but this animal was not. Its claws were locked about the raptor's leg. The thing was featureless except for a bulge on its side. Herilak squatted to look closer at the beast—then jumped back as the eye opened and looked up at him, then slowly closed again. He reached for his spear, but Kerrick stopped him.
    "There will be plenty of time for that. First we must show this to the hunters, show them the eye that watches us and the bird that carries it. These are the beasts that tell the murgu where we are. Once the hunters have seen it they will recognize it again. Whenever one appears it must be killed. If the murgu do not know where we are they cannot attack us."
    "You are right, margalus," Herilak said respectfully. "You are the one who knows about these creatures."
    Herilak had used the title easily and with sincerity. He had spoken it so naturally that Kerrick felt a sudden burst of pride. Perhaps he could not hunt as well as they, while his arrows usually missed their West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    mark, but he knew about murgu and they did not. If he could not be respected for his hunting prowess, it was enough that he led in something. They seized up the bird and carried it back to the camp.
    The raptor itself was a wonder, for no one had ever seen a bird that big before. They stretched its wings wide, then paced out their length. The hunters admired the placing of the arrows; both had hit home in the creature's chest. The children crowded close and tried to touch it, but were pushed away. One of the women bent over and prodded the black creature on the bird's leg—then screamed when the eye blinked at her. Then everyone had to see this happen and pressed around. Herilak bent and cut the arrows free, then returned Ortnar's to him as they walked away.
    "Now let us learn to shoot the death-stick as well as we can the bow," he said.
    By evening both hunters felt as secure with the weapon as did Kerrick. Ortnar fed the creature a scrap of dried meat from his pouch, then rubbed its mouth shut.
    "This will never kill a deer on the hunt," he said. "It is hard to aim and the darts fall short."
    "We can kill deer easily enough with spear or bow," Herilak said. "We need these for the murgu when we go south."
    "Before we start the journey I want all of the hunters to know how to use these," Kerrick said. "Only then do we leave."
    After they had washed in the river the smell of cooking drew them back to the tents. It was a clear night and the stars were crisp and sharp above the flickering lights of the fires. Merrith served them meat, and Fraken the alladjex was there as well. The old man went to a different fire every night where people spoke to him of the things that only he knew. He looked suspiciously now at Kerrick who appeared to have knowledge that he did not. Herilak saw the look and drew the old man's attention away.
    "I had a dream last night that I was with others and we were hunting mastodon," Herilak said. Fraken nodded and smacked his lips over the warm tea as he listened. "How could that be? I have only hunted mastodon once, and I was very young then."
    "It was not you who hunted this time," the old man said. "It was your tharm." There was silence about the fire as they listened with respect. "When we die the tharm leaves the body, but it may also leave during the time when we are asleep. Your tharm left you and joined a hunt, that is what happened. This is why a hunter should not be awakened if he is deep in sleep for his tharm may be away, and if he is awakened he will die because the tharm leaves the body when we die. Forever, never to return. If the hunter who dies has been strong in the chase his tharm will join the others among the stars."
    His voice lowered and there was a harsh rasp now when he spoke.
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    "But beware of the hunter who is a trouble-maker and has led a bad life, for there are hunters like that.
    When this hunter dies his tharm remains close by, causing trouble for others. Not so a