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Updated: May 4, 2025
Together they could fly with Skither to the Island, and all would be well. And he smiled, because Skither was not dead. That was only a dream. Together they rode on his wings, above the parting clouds..... Through the delirium he heard a confused sound of high yapping barks and deeper, more terrible growls. Then he felt a tugging at his shoulder and finally, the cutting of teeth.
That is the same reason we cannot stay here. Soon all creatures will know that Skither is gone, and then the shaft becomes the thing impossible to defend. This was the chance she had waited for, but now she felt reluctant to speak.
But as the work sapped his strength and the emotional wound caused by the death of Skither bled unchecked, he became first weary, then angry, then through the ceaseless, hopeless repetition, empty and indifferent. Sometimes when he felt weakest he would look at the girl, and remember the beautiful thing they had shared. And for a time these memories of warmth and desire would sustain him.
Seeing what she saw, but not appearing to, he sheathed his sword and began to climb. Not until far past the halfway point did he look up from the stone in front of him. Misunderstanding, she pointed again. 'Put down your arm, he said in guarded tones. Soon he stood on the parapet beside her, and only then looked out at the lowering sky. The girl spoke. 'It's Skither. 'No. It's not.
But most of all he thought of Skither, and wondered when he would return. Sylviana lay propped on her elbows, her favorite fur half in and half out of the entrance of the smaller cave, looking down on the snow-dusted grasses with misting and faraway eyes.
'Is there nothing else you would say to me? Kalus' heart sank. He KNEW! Despair overtook him at the last. 'I I took from your cave a weapon. Please believe me, it was not for myself alone. If you had banished us from the mountain..... I have only this knife. He threw it weakly to the ground. Skither waited patiently, and at length Kalus looked up at him. Again he signaled slowly. 'Be at peace.
And why do you think that my enemies will believe it, when the sound comes from only one place? 'It can be built on a frame, he answered. 'And moved to different places along the ridge. That way the sound can be sent echoing down the canyon, and seem to come from many places at once. Skither looked down at him thoughtfully. His first instincts told him never to trust a man-beast.
'I think that the two ways, if I can call them that, are just the two sides of a man's life: like day and night, summer and winter. They both spring from the fountainhead of Life, both are necessary; they only seem different, as Lao Tsu said. He understood the need to yield to Nature, and Hemingway the need to fight back. They make me think of Skither and Barabbas.
You and she are both welcome on my mountain. It is the man-beast I do not trust. His kind are treacherous and unpredictable, and they carry with them the fire that kills. Akar- But he is not like them, Master. He is an outcast, like myself, and worthy of trust. To him also, and more deeply, I am indebted for my life. Skither- It seems you owe your life many times, my friend.
You must be ready to leave as soon as you hear the sounds of our battle. Travel as far and as fast as you can; carry the cub if you must. We will not have another chance. .. 'Very well. Her voice was soft and without hope. 'I will do as you say. Who are the friends I am to meet? 'A woman-child and her mate. She was brought here by Skither, and is like no other.
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