Inside the Forest, in the deep shade, there was less vegetation so that they were able to move easily. Whenever Janee looked ready to scream, Alyar pretended to see or hear something, and by the time she was wise to that, they were out of earshot. Their luck didn't last long, though. They heard a sound, whirled, and saw a small being on a branch, watching them with malevolent yellow eyes. The girls whimpered, and Bru moaned, "A Demon!" It had taken a strange shape, with four limbs and one other appendage that looked like a tentacle. It was covered with short black fur, very thick and fine. Just now it had a set of claws for clinging to the tree. Before they could run, it opened its mouth and uttered a curse, which sounded like "Meow!" "Let's get out of here!" Bru whispered. Alyar knew better. "There's no use running; we're already cursed. The only thing is to try to appease it." "Maybe we could give it the girls?" Alyar wavered. He'd become quite attached to Janee, though he was a little tired of being bitten and scratched, and he _had_ gone to a lot of trouble to get her. "Let's try meat first," he decided. He got a small piece out of his pouch and extended it on the end of his spear. Heart pounding, he moved closer. The Demon tensed as if to jump at them, then seemed to change its mind. It wrinkled its nose (which Alyar hoped was a sign of favor) and finally stretched out its head and took the meat. It chewed daintily and swallowed. Alyar let out his breath. Nothing was guaranteed, of course, but possibly.... The Demon said, "Meow," in a different tone. Carefully, they edged toward the open. After a few steps Bru began to run. Immediately, there was a loud "MEOW!" and he stopped. In a moment the Demon came into sight, walking on the ground. Alyar noticed that it had ungrown the claws. As he looked (no doubt reading his thought) it grew them again, stretched out its two front limbs, lengthened its body, and yawned. They started on, but weren't able to make much time until they found that the Demon wanted to be carried. * * * * * At the edge of the Forest, it was disappointing to see how little distance they had covered. The nearest end of the jaksin beast, hunching slowly away now toward the smit beast, was still within three shouts. However, no jaksins were in sight. Again, Alyar hesitated; troubles seemed to be piling up. Still, he didn't see any choice. "We'll have to go to the Warm Ground," he said. The girls sobbed a little, and he frowned at them. "_Now_ what's wrong?" "There are terrible outlaws there, and Demons, and--and things." His patience ran out. "To hell with them! We already have one Demon; do you think it's going to share us with everything on the planet? Come on!"