The city didn't have a name, Lete insisted. She called it the city by the Dra Dur, which meant Red Sea. Yes, there were other cities, but none of them had a name.
"Why should they?" Reiloc grunted.
What were the Anolyn? Such a strange question. Jupiter could see for himself that they were—well, Anolyn.
Neither Reiloc nor Lete understood what he was driving at. The Anolyn were different, they admitted, but all things were different.
It was obvious that the cave girl and the fighting man considered themselves separate species and hated each other cordially.
The humans who associated themselves with the Anolyn, Lete informed him with scorn in her voice, were "Edir".
"Edir" as near as Jupiter could make out, meant "voluntary slave"; a term that brought a savage growl from Reiloc and shut him up for three days.
The Anolyn, Lete told Jupiter, entered into a person once they caught him, and that person was "Edir" forever. He couldn't escape. Why? Because no one ever had.
She didn't know what the thing on the back of her neck was, and neither did Reiloc. The Anolyn had put it there, and it was dangerous to meddle with it.
And that was as much as Jupiter could learn.