Tharn's smile broadened as he guessed something of what was running through the boy's mind.
"Do you," he asked, "hunt often for Sadu with only a spear?"
Trakor shivered. "I would not hunt him with a forest of spears! When he came out of the grasses my blood turned to water and my toes crawled under my heels. Now I know what it is to be afraid!"
"You should have taken to the trees while I fought with Sadu," Tharn said. "Had he killed me, he would have slain you as well."
"Even Sadu cannot kill a god," the boy said simply.
Tharn blinked. "A god? I am no god. I am Tharn, a man of the caves, like you."
Trakor, while tremendously flattered at being compared with the stranger, was far from convinced that Tharn was telling the truth.
"A caveman could not slay Sadu thus," he declared, pushing a bare toe gingerly against the dead beast's back. "No, you are a god, for gods have been described to me many times by old Wokard, who knows all about such things."
The giant Cro-Magnard shrugged, smiling, and sought to change the subject. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I am Trakor, of the tribe of Gerdak."