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hunger. Om tried to encircle the pain, make it flow away . . . and not to think about what would happen if it went. By the feel of things, the lion had not eaten for days.
The lion grunted as Brutha withdrew the spearhead.
"Omnian," he shifting under his feet. The boulders formed a maze of half­-open tunnels and caves. By the smell, the lion had lived there for a long time, and had quite often been ill.
He stared at the nearest cave for some time.
"What's so fascinating about a lion's den?" said Om.
"The way it's got steps down into it, I think," said Bruthasaid. "It hasn't been there long. It must have met the soldiers when they were on the way to Ephebe. They must have passed close by." He tore another strip from his robe, and tried to clean the wound."We want to eat it, not cure it!" shouted Om. "What're you thinking of? You think it's going to be grateful?""It wanted to be helped.""And soon it will want to be fed, have you thought about that?""It's looking pathetically at me.""Probably never seen a week's meals all walking around on one pair of legs before."That wasn't true, Om reflected. Brutha was shedding weight like an ice-cube, out here in the desert. That kept him alive! The boy was a two-legged camel.Brutha crunched towards the rock pile, shards and bones