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What she heard in its near seclusion seemed less real than the nightmare, and yet far more terrible. 'I should go now, said Kataya, rising and slipping the silk dress across her arms and shoulders, then lowering it softly into place. 'Yes. I do not think Sylviana would understand. But we understand, don't we? You know what this night was for us? 'Yes.
In truth the look was not one of hunger, but of intense curiosity, and of a man racking his brains for some distant memory. But Kalus could not know this. Finally the man interrupted her, saying plainly. 'Sylviana. What is your last name? To her amazement, she had to think for a moment. She hadn't used it for what seemed, and was, an eternity. 'Matheson.
She seemed, rather, calm with a strange, fatalistic indifference. Her eyes regarded him, slightly mocking. 'I know what you mean, Kalus. You love Sylviana, but feel a sense of loyalty to me. I guess it's better than nothing. And with this she mastered her emotions. Or so it seemed to her then. Kalus' mind began to race along strange passageways, trying to find the right words.
All his thoughts, worded and otherwise, now seemed to crash in upon themselves like the breaking of a wave, crushing and smothering every positive impulse, every hopeful thought inside him. Hanging his head in a gesture of forced surrender he breathed heavily, mouth open, and waited for the feeling to pass. Seeing his despair, Sylviana was moved in a way she could not explain.
Sylviana could only watch and listen, and tell herself in vain she didn't love him. Because she had been stung by the affection he showed Kataya, and refused to admit she was afraid of losing him. The next morning Kalus was woken by Kataya, who came to the secluded clear space where he had made his bed on softer ground, with the sleeping bag that Rawlings had given him.
A short distance out an impatient, affectionate orca rose between his waiting legs, and carried him home on her back. Sylviana watched in weary peace, with dreamy eyes thinking how sweet it might be to one day have a child of her own. Until something in the emptiness of the beach arrested her. 'Kalus, the boat. It's gone! And so it was.
If there was some way we could live in peace and well-fed contentment, we would throw away our spears and never kill again. But no one has ever shown us how to do this, if such a way exists. A gleam came into his eyes such as Sylviana had not seen for many months: when he first looked out from the smaller cave, and beheld the power and majesty of the Mantis.
Feel the one passion that can yet save us, the one emotion that moves even the coldest distant star: the perfect glory of human love. 'Indeed, it is the one gift I have left to give you. Even now my time grows short, for this place is no longer mine to command. Kalus, I would ask that you take to your heart the young woman, Sylviana.
Was the spirit eternal, and if so, was there a way to come to paradise after death, and be reunited with the ones he loved? It was for him a crushing burden, feeling that his decision, his answer to God, held the key not only to his own spiritual salvation, but to that of those he loved more than his own life. It was for this reason that he could not open his heart to Sylviana.
I have hope. As the tiger moved itself weakly over the bowl and began to eat, he wrapped the fur up around his eyes, overcome. 'I love you, was all he could manage. Sylviana rose the next morning to find Kalus standing in the open doorway, looking out across the snow. The big cat had somehow gained its feet, and lumbered toward him uncertainly.
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