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in the relationship there was something worthwhile
and good.

Keeping hearts of pium in mind enabled Ruumahum
to arrange the grazer carcass on his back without fall-
ing asleep more than once in the process. So Bom
lost little of bis precious time.



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Either no scavenger had blundered into their camp,
or else they had elected not to risk those deadly in-
terlocking thorns. Bom recovered all the vine-entwined
jacaris, reset the poison darts in the bottom of his

quiver, looped the vine around his belt, and started
off again.

"Close Home," Ruumahum muttered that evening,
pausing to send a thick curving tongue out to groom
the back of a forepaw.

Bom had been recognizing familiar landmarks and
tree blazes for over an hour. There was the storm-
treader tree that had killed old Hannah in an unwary
moment. They gave the black and silver bole a wide
berth. Once they had to pause as a' Buna floater
drifted by, trailing long stinging tentacles. As they

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waited, the floater let out a long sibilant whistle and
dropped lower, perhaps to try its luck on the Fourth
Level where scampering bushackers were more com-
mon.

Born had stepped out from behind a trunk and
was about to remove his cloak when above them
sounded a shriek sufficient to shatter a pfeffennall,
more violent than the howl of chollakee hunting. So
sudden, so overpowering was the scream that the
normally imperturbable Ruumahum was shocked into
a defensive posture, backing up against the nearest
bole despite the restrictive mass of the grazer, fore-