"Thus you have learned, Woman, that there is no escape. And now—back to your companions!"
The Mother said, "Meg!" Her voice was a whisper, so low that Meg could scarcely hear it.
The priestess bent beside her. "Yes, Mother?"
"The force-wall. You have seen it?"
Meg said despairingly, "I have seen it, Mother. No Woman can pass through it. Nor can a weapon."
"Yet," whispered the older woman weakly, "there is an avenue of escape. I watched while the yellow one taunted you. As all who mock, he revealed his own weakness. Did you not notice that twice he passed unharmed through the wall?"
Meg said sadly, "Not through, O Mother. But at the point of meeting where lies the god-box. I—" Then quick excitement touched her fingertips with fire. "Mother! That which he did, so can I do also!"
"Hush, my daughter! Yes, from that point only may you hope to escape. And escape you must, Meg. Flee to the Clan at Loovil, tell them of our plight. Once we aided them when the Wild Ones laid siege to their village. Their Mother will lend you Warriors; perhaps other Clans will also help."
Meg begged, "But, Mother, how? I cannot—"