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'Life. He touched his breast. 'What is here inside us. Perhaps that is not so much. Or perhaps it is everything. He turned to face her. 'I cannot always let myself grieve, Sylviana. Can you see that? She nodded. 'But if you have to cry, I will try to comfort you. . .as you once did for me. She felt a wall give way inside her.
Jolted, the company turned to face him, as to contain his animal passion he took a step backward and breathed heavily. But the tip of his sword he pointed at the leader in a rage, saying with disciplined fire. But none were more startled, or dismayed, than Sylviana. 'Kalus! she demanded, as if he were an errant child. 'Put the sword away. Can't you see these people mean us no harm?
Sylviana had read a book as a child in which a family of pioneers had built a log cabin, using only the materials provided by Nature. And now the memory of it served her well. So Kalus cut, and they both carried, till she thought her back would break and Kalus die, where he stood, of exertion.
At length it raised an unsteady foreclaw and signaled someone, apparently Kalus, to come down. Through her confusion and alarm, Sylviana suddenly noticed that its other forelimb was severed just below the first joint. One of its antennae was also missing, and it seemed to stand only with an effort.
He wanted to KILL him. He wanted to kill him. Sylviana was almost in a state of shock. If Kalus had intended to sober her opinion of what they were up against by exposing her directly to it, then he had resorted to overkill. Never had she felt so helpless and exposed as in the presence of that ever-changing panorama of landscapes and formidable creatures.
Only then it was no longer Kamela, but Sylviana they raped, and the face of Shar-hai became human as it tore at her. He struggled desperately and called her name as Smith and Rawlings pinned him to the floor. BUT THEY'RE MY FRIENDS! He cried out to her with heart-crushing passion, as the sound of it filled his ears, and woke him. He lay on his back, wet with sweat, unable to remember.
But he would see it through, and knew that to do so he must build her up again, just enough. Then tear her down. Again, until the moment was ripe. And then God help her. But Sylviana was there ahead of him. She clung to this mockery of care and affection, five simple words, with all the desperate power of her desire not to believe. 'Yes, my dear, sweet William.
And not only Kalus, but the innocent life his seed had planted in your womb. But Sylviana only wept harder, unable to feel anything but her own pain. 'She may be the last Japanese left alive, he continued. 'And the silent suffering forced on the women of that country by their culture is beyond any power of mine to convey. Should it all be for naught?
Right now you should eat, then I'll check your bandages and you can sleep a while longer. He nodded gratefully. Sitting weakly on one of the steps, Kalus let his mind go blank. Sylviana went to prepare a meal as best she could, and the he-wolf retired to a favorite corner to lie down. For the moment, at least, all was as it should have been. A very rare moment, indeed.
'No, but I will be soon, with as much chance as he. And you can live on sebreum. 'He knows I will not let her starve. I'm sorry, Sylviana. But his place is with his own kind. 'It's not fair. Her eyes would not stop filling. Kalus picked up the fur she had discarded, and gently replaced it around her shoulders. He put his hand on her head shyly, feeling unworthy, and unable to do more.
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