Chapter 8
Their journey for the next few days was largely uneventful; though they did meet two groups of people.
The first was a Zedixian preacher.
The Wyivian view of religion was pretty much agnostic, perhaps there was a god, perhaps there wasn’t. If there was a god, then it was best to live a good life and if there was some reward in heaven or nirvana, then so much the better.
Zedixians however, took a much more severe view. The most important thing in their view was that you believed in God and did exactly what He wanted. Exactly what God wanted was up for debate as there were several different views on that which were endlessly argued about. Zedixian preachers would come over from the eastern continent and try to convert the heathen Wyivians from their evil ways. They occasionally managed to get a few converts, mostly from among the young and impressionable. The older and more cynical usually just ignored them.
This Zedixian however thought he had found a couple of possible converts and stayed with them for a day. Onnil initially tried to ignore him.
“You must believe in the True Voice,” he said to an annoyed Onnil for about the fifteenth time, trying to keep up with the fast pace she was setting.
“Why?” Onnil answered, eventually relenting. She sat down on a fallen log.
Janol leant against a tree getting his breath back.
“Because you are doomed to spend an eternity in hell if you do not,” the preacher replied.
“Wait, so everyone who does not believe goes to hell?”
“Yes, if you throw away this opportunity …”
“What about people who never had the chance to hear about the True Voice?”
“Well … perhaps the really good ones.” The preacher started, but stopped not sure what to say next.
“So what you’re saying is by you talking to me, that could mean that I could go to hell?” Onnil interrupted.
“No.”
“Yes. You said if the really good ignorant people go to heaven but, if you are offered and do not accept, then you will go to hell. So by going round preaching, you could be sending good people to hell.”
“No, it is the truth you must see,” the preacher continued as if he had not heard Onnil’s argument.
“Why?” Onnil asked again.
“Because God has decided and His will is law.”
Onnil had had enough by this point. “Well that’s not very nice of him. Why can’t god just say you’re a nice person. Come on and have a beer, whereas you’re a murderer, never-ending torment for you. Anyway, I don’t believe and that’s it. It’s the way my brain works. It’s the way I was made. By god if that’s what you want to believe, though I don’t. Actually I know.” Onnil paused and then continued. “In fact perhaps god sent me to you to test your faith.”
“But God …”
“No. Don’t just quote scripture at me,” Onnil was getting annoyed. “Argue with me. Convince me that I’m wrong using a reasoned argument that just doesn’t rely on quotes from some ancient book.”
“But if you believe in the True Voice you are guaranteed a place in heaven.”
“How do you know?” Janol replied trying to take the pressure of Onnil.
“It is written in the Book of Voices.”
“And where did this Book of Voices come from?” Janol asked.
“It was written by John Hu, before we came to the Sphere when we dwelt in purgatory.”
The phrase ‘before we came to the Sphere’ got Janol’s interest. “Where is purgatory?”
The Zedixian took the question to mean that Janol was interested in his religion and got even more enthusiastic in his reply. “Purgatory is below our feet. It is one of the higher levels of hell.”
“How do you know?”
“It is written in the New Book of Voices.”
Janol was disappointed. The Zedixian did not seem to know much about life before the Sphere.
“What about Gultipif?” Onnil asked. Janol suspected that it was more out the desire to annoy the Zedixian than any desire for an answer.
The Zedixian became animated. “He is the biggest heretic there is. He believes that God created the Sphere for us and when everyone on the Sphere worships Him, He will reveal Himself in all his glory. That is why he is converting everyone to his cause.”
“Wouldn’t he consider you a heretic then?” Onnil asked.
“Yes, but he has corrupted the meaning of the Book of Voices. It is quite plain …”
Janol then stopped listening as the Zedixian trawling through the minutiae of his beliefs. Eventually the Zedixian left having given up hope of converting either Janol or Onnil to his cause and although Janol had enjoyed some different company, he was glad to see the ever-optimistic ever-annoying preacher leave. Janol was glad of his Wyivian upbringing. From what little Janol had experienced of Zedixian ways it appeared that they spent most of their time in religious studies. He could not imagine anything more boring.
“Not seen the light yet?” Onnil asked as they watched the preacher walk away.
“No. How about you?”
“Oh I don’t think my soul was ever going to heaven,” she answered smiling. “I’m not giving it up to anyone, deity or not.”
“You know it must be frustrating,” Janol commented watching the Zedixian walk away.
“What must?”
“Knowing that you know the truth and that is your mission to spread the truth, only to find that nobody is interested.”
“Perhaps you’re better keeping the truth a secret then,” Onnil replied.
“You’ve done it twice in the last two minutes,” Janol said.
“What?”
“Said something revealing about yourself, that I’m not supposed to pick up on.”
“What were they then?”
“The thing about your soul and the fact that you’ve got a secret and I suspect a big secret.”
“You’re a smart kid,” Onnil replied, smiling, but not denying it.
“What I want to know is what you’ve done to stop your soul doing …” Janol stopped trying to remember exactly what Onnil had said.
“Don’t worry it’s not that bad. Anyway, I’ve still got mine,” Onnil replied still smiling. “I’ll tell you when you’re ready.”
“How do you know you’ve got a soul?” Janol asked.
“I’ve seen it. It’s orange,” Onnil replied. “What colour’s yours?”
The first was a Zedixian preacher.
The Wyivian view of religion was pretty much agnostic, perhaps there was a god, perhaps there wasn’t. If there was a god, then it was best to live a good life and if there was some reward in heaven or nirvana, then so much the better.
Zedixians however, took a much more severe view. The most important thing in their view was that you believed in God and did exactly what He wanted. Exactly what God wanted was up for debate as there were several different views on that which were endlessly argued about. Zedixian preachers would come over from the eastern continent and try to convert the heathen Wyivians from their evil ways. They occasionally managed to get a few converts, mostly from among the young and impressionable. The older and more cynical usually just ignored them.
This Zedixian however thought he had found a couple of possible converts and stayed with them for a day. Onnil initially tried to ignore him.
“You must believe in the True Voice,” he said to an annoyed Onnil for about the fifteenth time, trying to keep up with the fast pace she was setting.
“Why?” Onnil answered, eventually relenting. She sat down on a fallen log.
Janol leant against a tree getting his breath back.
“Because you are doomed to spend an eternity in hell if you do not,” the preacher replied.
“Wait, so everyone who does not believe goes to hell?”
“Yes, if you throw away this opportunity …”
“What about people who never had the chance to hear about the True Voice?”
“Well … perhaps the really good ones.” The preacher started, but stopped not sure what to say next.
“So what you’re saying is by you talking to me, that could mean that I could go to hell?” Onnil interrupted.
“No.”
“Yes. You said if the really good ignorant people go to heaven but, if you are offered and do not accept, then you will go to hell. So by going round preaching, you could be sending good people to hell.”
“No, it is the truth you must see,” the preacher continued as if he had not heard Onnil’s argument.
“Why?” Onnil asked again.
“Because God has decided and His will is law.”
Onnil had had enough by this point. “Well that’s not very nice of him. Why can’t god just say you’re a nice person. Come on and have a beer, whereas you’re a murderer, never-ending torment for you. Anyway, I don’t believe and that’s it. It’s the way my brain works. It’s the way I was made. By god if that’s what you want to believe, though I don’t. Actually I know.” Onnil paused and then continued. “In fact perhaps god sent me to you to test your faith.”
“But God …”
“No. Don’t just quote scripture at me,” Onnil was getting annoyed. “Argue with me. Convince me that I’m wrong using a reasoned argument that just doesn’t rely on quotes from some ancient book.”
“But if you believe in the True Voice you are guaranteed a place in heaven.”
“How do you know?” Janol replied trying to take the pressure of Onnil.
“It is written in the Book of Voices.”
“And where did this Book of Voices come from?” Janol asked.
“It was written by John Hu, before we came to the Sphere when we dwelt in purgatory.”
The phrase ‘before we came to the Sphere’ got Janol’s interest. “Where is purgatory?”
The Zedixian took the question to mean that Janol was interested in his religion and got even more enthusiastic in his reply. “Purgatory is below our feet. It is one of the higher levels of hell.”
“How do you know?”
“It is written in the New Book of Voices.”
Janol was disappointed. The Zedixian did not seem to know much about life before the Sphere.
“What about Gultipif?” Onnil asked. Janol suspected that it was more out the desire to annoy the Zedixian than any desire for an answer.
The Zedixian became animated. “He is the biggest heretic there is. He believes that God created the Sphere for us and when everyone on the Sphere worships Him, He will reveal Himself in all his glory. That is why he is converting everyone to his cause.”
“Wouldn’t he consider you a heretic then?” Onnil asked.
“Yes, but he has corrupted the meaning of the Book of Voices. It is quite plain …”
Janol then stopped listening as the Zedixian trawling through the minutiae of his beliefs. Eventually the Zedixian left having given up hope of converting either Janol or Onnil to his cause and although Janol had enjoyed some different company, he was glad to see the ever-optimistic ever-annoying preacher leave. Janol was glad of his Wyivian upbringing. From what little Janol had experienced of Zedixian ways it appeared that they spent most of their time in religious studies. He could not imagine anything more boring.
“Not seen the light yet?” Onnil asked as they watched the preacher walk away.
“No. How about you?”
“Oh I don’t think my soul was ever going to heaven,” she answered smiling. “I’m not giving it up to anyone, deity or not.”
“You know it must be frustrating,” Janol commented watching the Zedixian walk away.
“What must?”
“Knowing that you know the truth and that is your mission to spread the truth, only to find that nobody is interested.”
“Perhaps you’re better keeping the truth a secret then,” Onnil replied.
“You’ve done it twice in the last two minutes,” Janol said.
“What?”
“Said something revealing about yourself, that I’m not supposed to pick up on.”
“What were they then?”
“The thing about your soul and the fact that you’ve got a secret and I suspect a big secret.”
“You’re a smart kid,” Onnil replied, smiling, but not denying it.
“What I want to know is what you’ve done to stop your soul doing …” Janol stopped trying to remember exactly what Onnil had said.
“Don’t worry it’s not that bad. Anyway, I’ve still got mine,” Onnil replied still smiling. “I’ll tell you when you’re ready.”
“How do you know you’ve got a soul?” Janol asked.
“I’ve seen it. It’s orange,” Onnil replied. “What colour’s yours?”
The other group of people they met was a border patrol. The forest was theoretically part of the Central Wyivian Federation and as part of its territorial claims, the CWF would send patrols out to ensure no neighbouring states were encroaching upon their territory.
The patrol was initially quite nervous when they saw Onnil but once they realised that Janol was a CWF citizen, things became more relaxed. They questioned Janol as to where he was going, and what he was doing. They appeared satisfied with the answers. The nationality of Onnil was not actively discussed, though her dark skin colour and vaguely Central Wyivian accent did provoke some strange looks. They camped together one night and the following morning went their separate ways.
As the journey progressed, Janol’s mood lightened. Onnil now seemed to enjoy his company. Despite his best attempts, Janol did not manage to glean any more useful information from Onnil about her past or her orange soul.
They managed to catch a rabbit after a few days of trying but despite this Janol thought that they were still eating too much of their rations. He worried about it, yet surprisingly, their supplies did seem to be lasting them longer than he had expected them to.
They saw no sign of the bears or the wolves that were supposed to live in the forest. The only wildlife they saw were squirrels and rabbits, though one day Onnil said that she saw a deer. As their journey continued, the trees started being less spooky though at times though at night they would still give Janol goose pimples.
The patrol was initially quite nervous when they saw Onnil but once they realised that Janol was a CWF citizen, things became more relaxed. They questioned Janol as to where he was going, and what he was doing. They appeared satisfied with the answers. The nationality of Onnil was not actively discussed, though her dark skin colour and vaguely Central Wyivian accent did provoke some strange looks. They camped together one night and the following morning went their separate ways.
As the journey progressed, Janol’s mood lightened. Onnil now seemed to enjoy his company. Despite his best attempts, Janol did not manage to glean any more useful information from Onnil about her past or her orange soul.
They managed to catch a rabbit after a few days of trying but despite this Janol thought that they were still eating too much of their rations. He worried about it, yet surprisingly, their supplies did seem to be lasting them longer than he had expected them to.
They saw no sign of the bears or the wolves that were supposed to live in the forest. The only wildlife they saw were squirrels and rabbits, though one day Onnil said that she saw a deer. As their journey continued, the trees started being less spooky though at times though at night they would still give Janol goose pimples.
Mid-morning of the ninth day of travel, Onnil suddenly stopped. “Stop!” she said.
“What! Why?”
“Don’t make any sudden moves!”
“What is it?”
“It’s a cougar!”
“Oh shit. Where?”
“Up in that tree.”
“What tree?”
“I said don’t make any sudden moves!”
Onnil slowly picked up a stick and threw it at the cat. It just hissed back.
“Shoo!” Onnil said brandishing a larger stick walking towards the cougar. The cougar hissed again and then ran off into the forest.
“Thanks!” Janol replied nervously looking at where the cat had been.
“That’s okay!” Onnil said smiling at him. “Come on, let’s get going before puss comes back. How come though, whenever you tell a person not to turn round because it’s dangerous, they must look?”
“Something similar happened before?”
“Perhaps!” she smiled.
“A cat?”
“No, a yeti.”
“What’s a yeti? Do you get them in Emchoo?” Onnil said marching off.
“No, Kaytoo.”
“Where’s Kaytoo?” Janol asked, running to catch up.
“It’s somewhere I’ve been.”
“Where? When?”
Onnil annoyingly refused to answer any more questions.
“What! Why?”
“Don’t make any sudden moves!”
“What is it?”
“It’s a cougar!”
“Oh shit. Where?”
“Up in that tree.”
“What tree?”
“I said don’t make any sudden moves!”
Onnil slowly picked up a stick and threw it at the cat. It just hissed back.
“Shoo!” Onnil said brandishing a larger stick walking towards the cougar. The cougar hissed again and then ran off into the forest.
“Thanks!” Janol replied nervously looking at where the cat had been.
“That’s okay!” Onnil said smiling at him. “Come on, let’s get going before puss comes back. How come though, whenever you tell a person not to turn round because it’s dangerous, they must look?”
“Something similar happened before?”
“Perhaps!” she smiled.
“A cat?”
“No, a yeti.”
“What’s a yeti? Do you get them in Emchoo?” Onnil said marching off.
“No, Kaytoo.”
“Where’s Kaytoo?” Janol asked, running to catch up.
“It’s somewhere I’ve been.”
“Where? When?”
Onnil annoyingly refused to answer any more questions.
As they travelled, the ground gradually became wetter, slowly turning into marshland. In due course, they had to take a detour. So they headed west, parallel to the edge of the swampy ground and after two days of muddy travel, they were able to continue north again.
Eventually, after three more days, the trees began to thin out and three weeks after initially setting out from Janol’s farm, they reached the indistinct edge of the forest and in front of them lay a vast prairie of scrubland and grassland.
Janol looked about. There were no signs of any landmarks. How was Onnil able to navigate? After a few moments of looking about, he reckoned that the only way she might be able do it was by looking at point on the distant horizon and following it. Yet, despite his best attempts Janol could not see any suitable landmark to use. Everything was just so far away.
They camped at the edge of the forest that night. “Fires are going to be a problem” Onnil commented. “First of all I’m not sure how we’re going to get enough firewood and secondly we don’t want to start a fire that burns down the whole prairie. I’m not sure what lives here. Do you know?”
Janol paused to remember what he could about this part of Wyive and then started to list the creatures he thought he could remember as living here, “Wild horses, antelope, wolves, prairie dogs, bison, coyote, some sort of biggish cat, not lions though.”
“That’ll be cougars then.”
“Yes, cougars.”
“What about people? Who lives here?”
“No-one I think.”
Janol was becoming aware that he didn’t have many answers to Onnil’s questions. Onnil rummaged through her backpack and brought out a large object that she put to her eyes and looked through.
“What is that?” Janol asked.
“I don’t know what they are in Comspeak but in my language they’re called binoculars.”
“Beenowkoolars,” Janol replied slowly trying to get to grips with the strange word. “So what’s your language called?”
“English,” she replied. “Though I can speak Hindi, Russian, Spanish and Mandarin as well. Oh and some German and now Comspeak of course. Have a shot,” she said giving the binoculars to Janol.
Janol had never seen such a marvellous thing as the binoculars. Initially he did not believe that he was actually seeing real things as they appeared so close. He spent about half an hour just looking at the plains ahead, occasionally seeing birds flying across his field of view. Several times, he found a herd of antelope and once he spotted a pack of some large predator stalking a herd of something. By looking further away, he could see the ground rising up in the distance. He lifted the binoculars up towards the sky and suddenly Onnil shouted. “NO! Don’t look at the sun. You’ll blind yourself!” She swiped them out of his hand. “They magnify heat as well as light.”
“What sort of magic is this?” he asked excitedly.
“No magic involved,” Onnil replied, shaking her head slowly. “No towns or cities here,” she continued as she looked through the binoculars. “Well we’ll carry on in the morning.”
“How many more surprises do you have?” Janol asked.
“Oh many more, I’m drip feeding them to you as I don’t want to scare you.”
The fact that Onnil thought he might get scared, in turn scared Janol.
“Don’t worry, it’s not scary-scary.” Onnil explained. “It’s more like world-changing scary. Perhaps scary isn’t the correct word.”
“Oh” Janol replied, for once not sure if he wanted to know anymore.
The following morning they set off heading north into the vast prairie. The next few days in Janol’s mind soon merged into one long slog through grass and tripping over prairie dog holes. A couple of times herds of antelope and bison came within half a kilometre. On the third day they had to ford a reasonably sized river.
And then on the fifth day of travel Onnil announced that they were running out of food. She had hoped they would manage to reach a town or village before it became a crisis, however it was looking less and less likely. They managed to catch a couple of rabbits and another small creature that Onnil informed Janol was called a hyrax. Apart from that there was nothing.
That evening Onnil sat Janol down. “Things are getting serious. If we don’t get some food soon, we’re going to start going hungry. I give it a couple of days. How well do you know this area?”
“I’ve never been here before in my life,” Janol replied. “I never travelled much further than Gritol.”
“Heard any stories about it?”
“Just that there’s loads of animals, herds of antelope and deer and the usual predators.”
“We’ve not seen much of them.” She replied more to herself than to Janol. “They’ll have been able to smell us and keep clear of us. We’ve not been particularly quiet or stealthy. We might have to try some serious hunting but I don’t put much faith in our abilities.” She paused and turned to Janol. “You don’t remember anything? Any detail might be useful.”
“Well,” Janol replied uncertainly. “There were stories of some ruins in the middle, but that’s all.”
Onnil looked interested. “Let’s see what we can spot!” She took the binoculars out and scanned round. It was a fairly cloudy day and after several minutes of trying, she announced. “Nothing! Want a go?”
Janol didn’t need to be asked twice. He took the binoculars and scanned around looking for anything interesting. The heat haze made everything wobble, the clouds obscured most things but they moved and if he returned to view the same bit a few minutes later, he could see things that were not visible before. He could see the usual herds of animals and then to the northeast he saw what could be some buildings.
“Over there!” he almost shouted.
Onnil took the binoculars and spent five minutes looking where Janol had been looking. “I think you might be right, want to go there?”
Janol nodded.
“We’ll set off in the morning.”
“So how do these binoculars work if they’re not magic?” Janol asked managing for once to get the pronunciation correct as Onnil put them away.
Onnil spent half an hour explaining light, optics and how lenses worked. Janol was intrigued. Then he asked the question that had been haunting him throughout the explanation. “How come you know this and nobody else does?”
“They should know,” was the short reply. “You should know about stuff more advanced than booze powered buses.”
The following morning they set off towards where they had spotted the ruins.
After walking for about half the morning, Onnil spoke quietly to Janol. “Remember the cougar a few days ago and I said not to look round?”
“Yes!”
“Don’t do anything unusual and don’t look round, but I think we’re being followed.”
“Wolves or lions?”
“People!”
Eventually, after three more days, the trees began to thin out and three weeks after initially setting out from Janol’s farm, they reached the indistinct edge of the forest and in front of them lay a vast prairie of scrubland and grassland.
Janol looked about. There were no signs of any landmarks. How was Onnil able to navigate? After a few moments of looking about, he reckoned that the only way she might be able do it was by looking at point on the distant horizon and following it. Yet, despite his best attempts Janol could not see any suitable landmark to use. Everything was just so far away.
They camped at the edge of the forest that night. “Fires are going to be a problem” Onnil commented. “First of all I’m not sure how we’re going to get enough firewood and secondly we don’t want to start a fire that burns down the whole prairie. I’m not sure what lives here. Do you know?”
Janol paused to remember what he could about this part of Wyive and then started to list the creatures he thought he could remember as living here, “Wild horses, antelope, wolves, prairie dogs, bison, coyote, some sort of biggish cat, not lions though.”
“That’ll be cougars then.”
“Yes, cougars.”
“What about people? Who lives here?”
“No-one I think.”
Janol was becoming aware that he didn’t have many answers to Onnil’s questions. Onnil rummaged through her backpack and brought out a large object that she put to her eyes and looked through.
“What is that?” Janol asked.
“I don’t know what they are in Comspeak but in my language they’re called binoculars.”
“Beenowkoolars,” Janol replied slowly trying to get to grips with the strange word. “So what’s your language called?”
“English,” she replied. “Though I can speak Hindi, Russian, Spanish and Mandarin as well. Oh and some German and now Comspeak of course. Have a shot,” she said giving the binoculars to Janol.
Janol had never seen such a marvellous thing as the binoculars. Initially he did not believe that he was actually seeing real things as they appeared so close. He spent about half an hour just looking at the plains ahead, occasionally seeing birds flying across his field of view. Several times, he found a herd of antelope and once he spotted a pack of some large predator stalking a herd of something. By looking further away, he could see the ground rising up in the distance. He lifted the binoculars up towards the sky and suddenly Onnil shouted. “NO! Don’t look at the sun. You’ll blind yourself!” She swiped them out of his hand. “They magnify heat as well as light.”
“What sort of magic is this?” he asked excitedly.
“No magic involved,” Onnil replied, shaking her head slowly. “No towns or cities here,” she continued as she looked through the binoculars. “Well we’ll carry on in the morning.”
“How many more surprises do you have?” Janol asked.
“Oh many more, I’m drip feeding them to you as I don’t want to scare you.”
The fact that Onnil thought he might get scared, in turn scared Janol.
“Don’t worry, it’s not scary-scary.” Onnil explained. “It’s more like world-changing scary. Perhaps scary isn’t the correct word.”
“Oh” Janol replied, for once not sure if he wanted to know anymore.
The following morning they set off heading north into the vast prairie. The next few days in Janol’s mind soon merged into one long slog through grass and tripping over prairie dog holes. A couple of times herds of antelope and bison came within half a kilometre. On the third day they had to ford a reasonably sized river.
And then on the fifth day of travel Onnil announced that they were running out of food. She had hoped they would manage to reach a town or village before it became a crisis, however it was looking less and less likely. They managed to catch a couple of rabbits and another small creature that Onnil informed Janol was called a hyrax. Apart from that there was nothing.
That evening Onnil sat Janol down. “Things are getting serious. If we don’t get some food soon, we’re going to start going hungry. I give it a couple of days. How well do you know this area?”
“I’ve never been here before in my life,” Janol replied. “I never travelled much further than Gritol.”
“Heard any stories about it?”
“Just that there’s loads of animals, herds of antelope and deer and the usual predators.”
“We’ve not seen much of them.” She replied more to herself than to Janol. “They’ll have been able to smell us and keep clear of us. We’ve not been particularly quiet or stealthy. We might have to try some serious hunting but I don’t put much faith in our abilities.” She paused and turned to Janol. “You don’t remember anything? Any detail might be useful.”
“Well,” Janol replied uncertainly. “There were stories of some ruins in the middle, but that’s all.”
Onnil looked interested. “Let’s see what we can spot!” She took the binoculars out and scanned round. It was a fairly cloudy day and after several minutes of trying, she announced. “Nothing! Want a go?”
Janol didn’t need to be asked twice. He took the binoculars and scanned around looking for anything interesting. The heat haze made everything wobble, the clouds obscured most things but they moved and if he returned to view the same bit a few minutes later, he could see things that were not visible before. He could see the usual herds of animals and then to the northeast he saw what could be some buildings.
“Over there!” he almost shouted.
Onnil took the binoculars and spent five minutes looking where Janol had been looking. “I think you might be right, want to go there?”
Janol nodded.
“We’ll set off in the morning.”
“So how do these binoculars work if they’re not magic?” Janol asked managing for once to get the pronunciation correct as Onnil put them away.
Onnil spent half an hour explaining light, optics and how lenses worked. Janol was intrigued. Then he asked the question that had been haunting him throughout the explanation. “How come you know this and nobody else does?”
“They should know,” was the short reply. “You should know about stuff more advanced than booze powered buses.”
The following morning they set off towards where they had spotted the ruins.
After walking for about half the morning, Onnil spoke quietly to Janol. “Remember the cougar a few days ago and I said not to look round?”
“Yes!”
“Don’t do anything unusual and don’t look round, but I think we’re being followed.”
“Wolves or lions?”
“People!”
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