Winter in Eden

name a chill of apprehension washed over Kerrick. Armun—something had happened to Armun. There was no reason for this fear, but it was there, filling him so full that his hands were shaking.
    "He is alone?" Kerrick asked, not moving.
    "None are with him—though it can be seen that there are other hunters who wait outside the city, among the trees."
    Alone, others in the forest, what could the reasons be? And Armun, what of her? Nenne stood waiting, half turned away as Kerrick's body moved with his thoughts, in the Yilanè way with physical echoes.
    With an effort Kerrick broke the paralysis of inaction and fear. "Take me to him—at once."
    They trotted through the city, gasping in the hot air, their bodies running with sweat, to the open space of the ambesed where Herilak stood waiting. He was leaning on his spear but straightened up when Kerrick came close, speaking before Kerrick could.
    "I have come with a request. It is our death-sticks that are…"
    "We will talk of them after you tell me of Armun."
    "She is not with me," he said, unsmiling and grim.
    "I see that, Herilak. She is well, the baby?"
    "I have no knowledge of that."
    All Kerrick's fears had been true. Something had happened to her. He shook his hèsotsan angrily.
    "Speak clearly, sammadar. You took her to your sammad, to protect her, you told me that. Now why do you say you have no knowledge?"
    "Because she is gone. She did that alone, although I ordered her not to, ordered that none should help her.
    What she has done, she has only herself to blame. Though the hunter, Ortnar, disobeyed me and helped her to leave. It was last year at this time. He is no longer in my sammad. I sent hunters after her but they could not find her. Now we will talk of other matters…"
    "We will talk of Armun. She asked you for aid and you did not give it. Now you tell me that she is gone.
    Where has she gone?"
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    "She went south to join you. She must be here."
    "She is not—she never arrived."
    Herilak's words were as cold as winter. "Then she is dead on the trail. We will talk of other things."
    In a red haze of anger and hatred Kerrick raised his hèsotsan with shaking hands, aimed it at Herilak who stood unmoving and unafraid, his spear butt on the ground. Herilak shook his head and spoke.
    "Killing me will not bring her back to life. And Tanu does not kill Tanu. There are other women."
    Other women. These words disarmed Kerrick and he lowered his weapon. There were no other women for him, just Armun. And she was dead. And Herilak was not to blame. It was his fault, his alone. If he had returned to the sammads she would be alive now. It was over. There was nothing else to say about it.
    "You want to talk about the death-sticks," Kerrick said, all feeling gone from his voice. "What of them?"
    "They are dead, all of them. It was the cold of winter. Even though we tried to keep them warm many died the first winter, the rest were dead before this spring. Now we must go and hunt in the land of the murgu for there is no game to the north. We need more of the death-sticks. The sammads need them to live. You have more here. Will you share them?"
    "I have many here, young ones growing here. Where are the sammads?"
    "North, on the beach with the mastodons, waiting. Half of the hunters stay to guard them, the other half are here waiting in the forest. I came alone. It was my feeling you would kill me and I did not want them to see this happen."
    "You were right in that. But I give you no death-sticks for hunting on the plains."
    "You what?" Herilak shook his spear in anger. "You will refuse me, refuse the sammads? You could have had my life if you wished it. I gave you that—for the sammads—and now you refuse me?"
    Without realizing it he half-raised the spear and Kerrick pointed to it, smiling coldly.
    "Tanu does not kill Tanu—yet you raise your spear." He waited until Herilak had conquered his anger, lowered his spear, before he spoke again. "I said there would be no death-sticks for hunting in the plains.
    There is danger in this city and hunters are needed to defend it. The Sasku are here. As they once aided the Tanu I now ask you to aid them in turn. Stay and help them here. There are death-sticks for all."
    "That is not for me to decide. There are other sammadars, and all in the sammads as well."
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    "Bring them here. A decision must be made."
    Herilak scowled darkly with anger, yet had no choice. In