'Yes. They are to be wholly trusted.' He broke away and went to the entrance, looking worried and weary of talk. 'Where is Shar-hai? When does he return?' 'He is said to be hunting with his guard near the Carak, though there is no shortage of food. But that has never stopped him from killing before.' Akar felt a strange premonition as she said the words. 'Why so near the hill-tribe?' 'I do not know. He has been gone since nightfall.' He thought of Barabbas. 'So be it.' * His legs were weary and his mind was full of doubt. Perspiration poured from his brow to the chill of the wind, and his head and lungs ached from the exertion. But he ran on. Nearing the joining of rivers he saw his younger brother standing on the far side with the conch-shell raised, still summoning wildly. He began to wade the shallows, his sword raised above him. He saw that his brother was crying. The current welled up around his neck. Then he saw the body. He fought back a strangling burst of sorrow that in those waters might well have killed him. His brother had seen him. Fighting the current, Kalus again found his footing among the northern shallows, then waded in stubbornly. He dropped his sword on the bank and went to the body of Shama, still half in the water, and lifted and carried it gently to the root-covered ground beneath a willow. Setting it down as he would his own child to sleep, he stood back. He could not escape the pain. His face was wet, and he turned to face his brother. 'Who did this thing?' he demanded, with uncontrolled violence in his hands and in his heart. His brother felt the same emotion. 'The wolves who you protect.' He was not awed by the sword, or by age. 'Be silent or I will kill you!' flashed Kalus' hands. 'You know Akar would not do this. WHAT wolves!' 'The Changed One and his guard. I saw them taste Shama's blood while he yet lived..... Barabbas has gone to find the others.' 'But why was Shama so far from the cave?' He wept outright. 'Why was he here alone?' At last Komai looked into his eyes, and realized again his brother's limitless capacity for pain. 'I do not know, Kalus. We made a hunting camp not far from here. Shama wandered away from it while we slept..... You must go, brother. If Barabbas finds you here he will kill you.' Kalus took his brother's hand in his and pressed it to his heart. 'I go to the northern hills. I will kill the half-breed if I can. Goodbye.' There was nothing more. He set out. He made for the north, and so great was his anger and purpose that all creatures who saw him let him pass unchallenged. He was only dimly aware that two tribesman, one very large and strong, had passed him to the west, moving toward the place where Komai stood in lonely vigil. He did not care.