"To be a hunter," said he.
"What will you hunt while I am over the hills?" said his father.
"Stags, like Oth," said Orion.
Alveric commended that sport, for he himself loved it.
"And some day I will go a long way over the hills and hunt stranger things," said the boy.
"What kind of things," asked Alveric. But the boy did not know.
His father suggested different kinds of beasts.
"No, stranger than them," said Orion. "Stranger even than bears."
"But what will they be?" asked his father.
"Magic things," said the boy.