“But you’ve got somebody now, haven’t you, Speedy?”
Doubtfully. “Yes.”
Pander pushed it farther. “Would you rather have me, or those other children?” He let it rest a moment before he added, “Or both?”
“Both,” said Speedy with no hesitation. His fingers toyed with the harp.
“Would you like to help me look for them tomorrow and bring them here? And if they are scared of me will you help them not to be afraid?”
“Sure!” said Speedy, licking his lips and sticking his chest out.
“Then,” said Pander, “perhaps you would like to go for a walk today? You’ve been too long in this cave. Will you come for a walk with me?”
“Y’betcha!”
Side by side they went a short walk, one trotting rapidly along, the other slithering. The child’s spirits perked up with this trip in the open; it was as if the sight of the sky and the feel of the grass made him realize at last that he was not exactly a prisoner. His formerly solemn features became animated, he made exclamations that Pander could not understand, and once he laughed at nothing for the sheer joy of it. On two occasions he grabbed a tentacle-tip in order to tell Pander something, performing the action as if it were in every way as natural as his own speech.
They got out the load-sled in the morning. Pander took the front seat and the controls; Speedy squatted behind him with hands gripping his harness-belt. With a shallow soar, they headed for the glade. Many small, white-tailed animals bolted down holes as they passed over.