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orders.”
    “Are you going to hunt tomorrow?”
    “We hunt every day. We are the hunters for our clan.”
    “Don’t the other men hunt?”
    “Sometimes, but too many have been killed by the Gonks. We are the only ones who have killed the beasts. If any of the warriors go to hunt, they have to come with us.”
    “Tomorrow, can you go as far as the castle and see what’s happening there?”
    “Yes. I already told you I’d go and see if I can find clothing for you. Now how about we make our evening meal?” Cyton said.
    Cyton and Yerith helped and showed her how to heat the vegetables and toast the bread over the open fire they’d made. It didn’t take long before the three sat cross-legged to eat their dinner. Cyton watched her eat, noticing how daintily she picked up the meat and vegetables with her fingers and the small bites she took from her bread. Their women could learn something from Anya, he decided.
    “We sleep early,” Yerith told her as he licked his fingers clean. “That was good.”‘
    “I made a bed for you over there,” Cyton said, and pointed at the pelts he’d spread out for her.
    “I’m tired, too. It’s been a long day. If you don’t mind, I’ll bed down for the night,” she said while picking up their dirty plates.
    “You can clean those in the morning. We burn the bones and leftovers,” Cyton told her. “I hope you sleep well. Oh, and I put a comb beside your bed for your hair.”
    “Thank you. Goodnight.”
    Cyton and Yerith lay on their own pelts close to the fire. “I hope she’s warm enough over there,” Yerith said.
    “There’s an extra pelt she can pull over herself if she is cold. Goodnight, Yereth.”
    Cyton lay awake for quite a while gazing into the flames that would burn until morning. Every now and then, he glanced at Anya, at the curves of her body, her petite frame.
    He was just dozing off when he heard soft sobs coming from the girl’s direction. He glanced at Yereth who was fast asleep, then at Anya. Her small body shook. He quickly rose and went to her.
    “Anya?”
    One last sob and she turned to him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Yes?”
    “Come here.” He held out his arms and she fell against him, the sobs resuming. Her body shook in his arms and it ate at his soul, his heart. Never in his life had he felt such sorrow along with someone who’d lost loved ones. Sure, he’d mourned, but not like this. He didn’t even know the people she’d lost, but he absorbed her sorrow as if it were his own. He stroked her hair, not knowing what to say, what to do.
    “I’m so sorry, Anya. Let it all out. You’ve been very brave, but you need to voice your grief or it’ll eat you up inside.”
    “Every…one…is gone…and…”
    “Hush, little one. You’re in good hands here. No harm will come to you. I can ask Uleirlel for a spell to take your pain away, if you like. But I think you need to grieve and come to terms with your loss. Remember, you’re alive and you need to look to the future.”
    “I don’t want a spell to kill the pain. I want to feel every stab to my heart, cherish my tears, and remember everything that’s happened. One day, I’ll avenge their deaths. I swear. If there are any of our scientists left alive, they’re going to invent weapons to equal or better those of the aliens, and our ships need upgrading badly. I loved my father, but he let matters go that he shouldn’t have.”
    “The old king and queen had a good relationship with us. I don’t know what happened to stop that when your father was crowned.”
    “He was weak. He lived for joy and pleasure only. I loved him because he was my father, but I did not admire him.”
    “I’ll stay with you, Anya. Lean on me,” Cyton whispered and pulled her into his arms. He let her weep softly until she cried herself to sleep. Lying with her on the pelts, he kept her in his arms but for her comfort, he also undid the tight belt and bra. She spooned into his body naturally as if