![]() ![]() He followed the cliff until he came to the meadow, then looked around for the patch of sand. He was tired now and hunger gnawed at him. Once or twice he was sure he heard something moving in the grass, but when he turned around all he saw was the dancing shadows of the stunted willow trees. ![]() He held his torch high, limping across the dried-out streambed and around the scattered boulders. Slowly Tao made his way through the oak forest until he came to the foot of the cliffs bordering the grasslands. He wanted to speak, but she nodded slightly, her deep green eyes warning him to be quiet. She handed it to him and, in the light, Tao saw that it was Kala. As he walked out of the camp he saw one of the clan women reach into the fire and pull out a flaming willow torch. He felt a bitter surge of anger, anger at himself for his own carelessness, anger at these men who would not listen. Tao got to his feet slowly, brushing himself off. ![]() Maybe then you will learn to keep your mind on the hunting. Go then, find your rabbit in the meadow and do not come back until you do. “Go,” he ordered, a sneering grin spreading across his face. “Wait,” he said, “there is a better way.” He pointed off into the darkness where the tops of the oak trees were black against the purple night. ![]()
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