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turmoil. Hopeful that it was over. Glad that the deed was done. Some regret was held for
the noble beast’s fate. Thos wondered if jackals and hyenas felt a thrill triumph.
More likely it was just survival to them. Though he felt a nudge of regret at the
beast’s passing, he also felt triumph. A smile spread across his face. It was
infectious. Soon each of them was laughing, and pounding each other’s backs. The old bull’s meat was too tough to eat, and they had had no time to hunt. So it was dried trail rations with the few remaining wild melons that must satisfy their bellies tonight. As they sat chewing the long strips of dried meat Thos saw that the initial flush of victory was gone from them, but a satisfied glow remained. They would stay close to the dead animal tonight, keeping the fire high to discourage predators and scavengers alike. Tomorrow some would hunt, most would busy themselves with removing the |
tusks. Hard work, Ndair had said. Rocks
needed be gathered to brake the skull once the skin and fat had been peeled away. They
would spend the day at it. The day after they would start for Rubaga and should reach it
within seven days. Two complete moon cycles would have passed by that time and Bomilcar
would soon return for them. Thos wondered how things fared at the Great Council, and if
his father too had known triumph. He hoped so. He had begun to love these people.
"Our fate should be intertwined," he mumbled to himself.
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