In the brief silence that followed Tamar's words, Dylara was aware that the others were watching her as though to learn if Tamar's edged comment would goad her into a response. And so she made answer; and while the words were directed to Tamar, it was Jotan whom they hurt. "You are right, Tamar," she said proudly. "Tharn, more than any man I have ever known, is free of fear. How could he know fear when there is no man or animal that could match his strength, agility or quick mind." "Had you seen him, as I did, crush the skull of a full-grown lion with a single blow of his fist, had you seen him close in battle with Tarlok, the leopard, with only a stone knife to use against Tarlok's teeth and claws, had he carried any of you through the highest branches of the forest top--then you would know why I am sure he came through the battles in Sephar's arena! That is why I know that even now he is on his way to take me from you." "And when he does come, neither you nor all the warriors with you can keep him from his purpose. You are children--all of you!--when compared to Tharn!" * * * * * The nails of Jotan's fingers were biting into his palms. "And would you go with him, Dylara?" he asked between stiff lips. The girl's lovely brown eyes softened as she saw the pain under his carefully expressionless face. "Yes, I would go with him," she said gently. "All of us know that I am no more than a prisoner among you. All of you have been kind and thoughtful and friendly toward me. Yet there is never a moment that I am not under the eyes of a guard. That is why I say that, given the chance, I would escape and return to the caves of Majok, my father." Alurna shuddered. "You would not get very far, Dylara. The jungle beasts would get you the first night." "I think not," Dylara said matter-of-factly. "You keep forgetting that I am not a Sepharian. The jungle and plains are not to me the horrible places they seem to you who have spent your lives behind the stone walls of your cities." "How can you think of returning to such a life, Dylara?" Jotan said, almost pleadingly. "It is no way for a girl to live--in constant danger day after day, living in cold, damp holes in a cliff, wearing only an animal skin." "Wait until you have seen the city of Ammad! As wonderful as Sephar must have seemed to you, it is crude and barbaric when compared to the splendor of the cities of my country. And in all the world there is no palace so lavish as that of Jaltor, king of all Ammad. Why, a few days among the glories and comforts of life among my people and the thought of returning to your caves would be hateful indeed!" But Dylara was shaking her head. "No, Jotan. Tamar is right when he says I would not fit into such a life. I was taken to Sephar as a slave to the Sepharians; and, as considerate as you have been, I am being taken to Ammad while still a slave."