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.He has entered the upper Ponath, not just because it is winter and the game has migrated out of the north, but to recapture the Ponath from us, whose foredams took the land from the ancestors of the nomads.The prisoner even suggested that the wehrlen one day wants to unite all the packs of the world.Under his paw."The Wise muttered among themselves.Those who had opposed the sending of Grauel to the packfast put their heads together.After a time one rose to announce, "We withdraw our former objections to petitioning the silth.This is an abomination of the filthiest sort.There is no option but to respond with the power of the older abomination."Only crazy old Zertan remained adamantly against having any intercourse with the packfast.Skiljan said, "Gerrien and I talked while returning from the Laspe packstead.It is our feeling that another message must be sent.The silth must know what we have learned today.It might encourage them to send help.If not that, they must know for their own sakes."The motion carried.One of Gerrien's huntresses, Barlog, was selected for the task and sent out immediately.Meth did not enjoy traveling by night, but that was the safer time.By dawn Barlog should be miles ahead of any nomad who might cross her trail.What could be done had been done.There was nothing more to discuss.The outsiders went away.Saettle called the pups to lessons.Marika took the opportunity to ask about the wehrlen.Saettle would not answer in front of the younger pups.She seemed embarrassed.She said, "Such monsters, like grauken, are better not discussed while they are howling outside the stockade."It was plain enough there were no circumstances under which Saettle would explain.Baffled, Marika retreated to her furs.Kublin wanted to talk about it."Zambi says-""Zambi is a fool," she snapped without hearing what her other littermate had to say.Then, aware that she was behaving foolishly herself, she called, "Zambi? Where are you? Come here."Grumbling surlily, her other littermate came out of the far shadows, where he had been clustered with his cronies.He was big for his age.He looked old enough to leave the packstead already.He had gotten the size and strength and endurance that Kublin had been shorted."What do you want?" he demanded."I want to know what you know about this wehrlen thing."Zamberlin rolled his eyes."The All forfend.You waste my time." He stopped.Marika's lips were back, her eyes hot."All right.All right.Don't get all bothered.All I know is Poogie said Wart said he heard Horvat say a wehrlen is like a Wise meth, only a lot more so.Like a male sagan, I guess, only he don't have to be old.Like a male silth, Horvat said.Only I don't know what that is.""Thank you, Zambi.""Don't call me that, Marika.My name is Zamberlin.""Oh.Listen to the big guy.Go on back to your friends."Kublin wanted to talk.Marika did not.She said, "Let me go to sleep, Kub." He let her be, but for a long time she lay curled in her furs thinking.Someone wakened her in the night for a brief stint in the watchtower.She bundled herself and went, and spent her time studying the sky.The clouds had cleared away.The stars were bright, though few and though only the two biggest moons were up, Biter and Chaser playing their eternal game of tag.The light they shed was not enough to mask the fainter stars.Still, only a few score were visible.Something strange, that sea of darkness above.Stars were other suns, the books said.So far away that one could not reach them if one walked a thousand lifetimes-if there was a road.According to Saettle's new book, though, the meth of the south knew ways through the great dark.They wandered among the stars quite regularly.Silth.That name occurred in the new book, though in no way that explained what silth were, or why the Wise should fear them so.It was silth sisters, the book said, who ventured across the ocean of night.Nothing happened during Marika's watch, as she had expected.Meth did not move by night if they could avoid it.The dark was a time of fear.How, then, did these silth creatures manage the gulf between the stars? How did they breathe? Saettle's book said there was no air out there.Marika's relief startled her.She felt the tower creak and sway, came back to reality with a guilty start.The nomads could have slipped to and over the palisade without her noticing.She returned to her furs and lay awake a long time, head aswirl with stars.She tried to follow the progress of the messengers and was startled at how clearly the touch came tonight.She could grasp wisps of their thoughts.Grauel was far down the river now, traveling by moonlight, and only hours away from the packfast.She had expected to arrive sooner but had been delayed by deep drifts in places, and by having to avoid nomads a few times.Barlog was making better time, gaining on the other huntress.She was thinking of continuing after sunrise.Emboldened by her success, Marika strayed farther afield, curious about the packfast itself.But she could not locate the place, and there was no one there she knew.There was no familiar resonance she could home in on.Still curious, she roamed the nearby hills, searching for nomads
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