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âThe bear knows,â said Boy Jaim.
âEh?â Old Emmonâs glittering eyes twitched at the corners, slowly closed, then opened again. âThe bear knows? How do you know that he knows?â
âI just know it,â Boy Jaim said simply. âThatâs why Iâve got to find him and try to talk to him again. Ifâif he wonât talk, maybe I can learn something anywayâI mean, just from his thoughts.â He turned toward the sled, then paused and added, âItâs the only chance we have, so Iâd better hurry and see Andru and try to stop those archery teams for a while. If youâll call the people and tell them to get out in the fields â¦â
The Elder blinked at him a moment, seemingly undecided. Suddenly he burst out, âDonât waste time on AndruâIâll take care of him and those silly archers! Go find that devilish beast!â He looked quickly at LâMara. âAre you going to pilot the sled?â
âYes, sir.â
âNo!â Boy Jaim cried. âIâm not having her alongâthis is something Iâd better do alone.â
Emmon held up his hands. âYou may get killed alone. From my experience with the creature, two are far better than one. LâMaraâs a good pilot, and sheâs quick. Let her help you. But donât either of you forget for a second what that beast can do! Now go!â
Boy Jaim did not bother to give directions to LâMara, nor did she ask for anyâshe stubbornly persisted in being angry with him for not wanting her along. It went without saying that she knew heâd been thinking of her safety, but this made no difference. She refused even to look at him, and her small mouth remained tight and set. Her hand, though, seemed to be directed by an unfailing instinct, for it sent the sled exactly where he wanted it to go.
They were hardly away from Emmonâs hill when it occurred to him to swing near Andruâs place on the chance that some of the archers had left before they could be stopped. Instantly, as if his mind had been connected to LâMaraâs, the sled changed course. Andruâs house was still some distance away when he sighted a group of sleds that had just risen above it and were beginning to race for South Com. In a flash, almost before the thought had formed in his mind, they were speeding to overtake the group.
He recognized two of the sleds immediately. The first belonged to Hiras, of his own archery team. Flying just beyond young Hiras was the leader of the North Com team, a powerfully built man named Bors, ten years his senior.
As they overtook Hiras, Boy Jaim called out that there had been a change of plans, and that the great bear was not to be hunted until heâd had another chance to talk to it. Hurriedly he tried to explain to Hiras the reason for it, but the other refused to listen.
âWhose crazy idea is this?â Hiras cried. âYou canât make our team stop now!â
âYouâve got to! Emmon will explainââ
âIâm not stopping unless Bors does! Do you want his team to beat us?â
âDonât argue about itâweâre not playing games today!â
They flew on and caught up with Bors. The big man ignored his plea. âDonât tell me what to do,â Bors flung back grimly. âThe Council said the bear must die, and I intend to kill it. And a few goats as well. Itâs time we taught all those fool animals a lesson!â
The remaining sleds belonged to Borâs team, and there was no use wasting time with them. Boy Jaim fought down his sudden fury at Bors and sat in tight-lipped silence while LâMara slowed and let the others go ahead. The chance to kill seemed to have affected everyone alike. They were beyond all reason.
LâMara forgot her anger and glanced at him miserably. âYou see?â she whispered.
âYes. Bloodthirsty
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