Nandi Paradivash put a finger to his lips. _Her_ voice--the voice of the bird-woman in his dreams--had spoken to him through theNeandertal child and told him what to do. We will be there before full dark. She was angrier than she'd realized at first.
The stranger smiled. Renie shook her head. It was simply a hunter, akilling machine, and he had walked too near its hiding place at sundown. She feedsmy cat.
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