Some of the cobwebs cleared from his brain. "No hounds? You're not from Winslow?"
"Look at me and see."
The hands released him and slowly Kesley turned. Standing behind him, arms extended uneasily in case Kesley should topple, was a graceful, seal-like creature with glistening, golden-brown skin. A slit-like mouth was bent into a clumsy smile; narrow yellow eyes gazed warmly at him.
"I'm ... very tired," Kesley said.
The mutant nodded gently. "You should be," he said. He took a step forward, and caught the exhausted Kesley just as he began to fall.
IX
Sanctuary—for a while.
"So I'm not to be allowed any rest," Kesley said bitterly. "Three days here and you're tossing me out, is that it?"
He glared sourly at the little group of mutants facing him. "Well?"