There was no argument about that. I flung a last look around with the vague thought that I would see Jan lying here. Then I let Ama guide me. At a run, we headed back down the declivity and diagonally across the gully. A rain of arrows came down, clattering around us, but in a moment most of them were falling short.
"Which way, Ama? Where we go?"
"My people—my village—not too far."
"Which way?"
"Through this cliff. There are passages into the lower valley."
"You know the way?"
"Yes, oh yes."
A dark opening in the opposite cliff presently was before us. The Orgs were coming down the other cliff now; their bellowing voices and the whining cries of the mimes were a blended babble.
"A storm is coming," Ama said suddenly.