Winter in Eden

where I belong.
    You will tell them…"
    "I will tell you just once more to leave," he said, standing and towering over her. This was not Nivoth.
    She could not strike Herilak—nor would he listen to her. There was nothing more to be said. She turned on her heel and left him and went to the river, sat and watched the boys playing and rolling in the new grass. She could expect no help from Herilak, the opposite if anything. Then who could she turn to?
    There was only one she could think of. She went to his tent and found him alone and called the hunter away from the fire.
    "You are Ortnar and are the only one still alive from the first sammad of Herilak, you who were of that sammad before it was killed by the murgu."
    He nodded agreement, wondering why she was here.
    "It was Kerrick who freed your sammadar when the murgu captured him, Kerrick who led us all south when there was no food, who led the attack on the murgu."
    "I know these things, Armun. Why do you tell me them now?"
    "Then you also know that Kerrick remains in the south and I would be with him. Take me to him. You are his friend."
    Winter in Eden - Harry Harrison
    "I am his friend." Ortnar looked around, then sighed heavily. "But I cannot help you. Herilak has spoken to us of this and has said that you will not go."
    Armun looked at him with disbelief. "Are you a little boy who pisses in his skins when Herilak talks? Or are you a hunter who is Tanu and does as he himself sees fit?"
    Ortnar ignored the insult, waving it away with a slice of his hand. "I am a hunter. Yet there is still the bond of the dead sammad between Herilak and myself—and that cannot be broken. Neither will I go against Kerrick who was our margalus when we needed him."
    "Then what will you do?"
    "I will help you, if you are strong enough."
    "I am strong, Ortnar. So tell me what this help is that will need my strength."
    "You know how to make the death-stick kill murgu, I have seen you use one when we were attacked. You will have my death-stick. And I will tell you the way to the murgu city. It is an easy track to follow after you have reached the ocean. When you get to the shore, you must decide then what you will do next. You can wait at that place until Kerrick returns. Or you can go to him."
    Armun smiled—then laughed aloud. "You will send me alone into the land of the murgu! That is a wonderful offer—but still better than any other I have received. I am strong enough to do that, brave Ortnar, and I believe that you are also very brave to risk Herilak's wrath in this manner, because he is sure to find out what has happened."
    "I will tell him myself," Ortnar said with grim determination.
    Armun left him then, but returned when it was dark to meet him and get the death-stick and all the darts that he had made that winter.
    Because her tent was away from the others, and she did not move among the sammads very much, Armun's tent was laced tight and silent for two days before it was discovered that she was gone.
    After some days the hunters that Herilak had sent out to find her returned empty-handed. Her woodcraft was too good; there was no trace of her to be found, no trace at all.
    CHAPTER FIVE
    Winter in Eden - Harry Harrison
    "I have something to show you of great interest," Kerrick said. The two Yilanè expressed concerned desire for new information, curiosity and gratitude, all without a sound as they chewed on the raw meat that Kerrick had brought them. "But to see it you are going to have to leave the hanalè."
    "Safety and warmth here, cold death there," Imehei said, shuddering delicately at the same time. He looked at the empty leaf and expressed a small desire-for-more-food which Kerrick ignored. Both males liked to overeat and had a tendency to add weight.
    "There is nothing to be afraid of outside, I can assure you of that. Follow me and stay close."
    They followed him just as closely as they could, almost treading on his heels while they looked about them with frightened eyes. They communicated fear and unhappiness at all of the burnt areas, shuddered away in even greater fear from the hunters they passed, as well as showing loneliness at the sight of the empty city. Only when they were inside the place of the models did they begin to feel more secure.
    The model of the city of Alpèasak—Kerrick always thought of it by that name, though aloud he called it Deifoben like the others—was a physical description only. All of the groves and fields were clearly marked,