woman halted them before they could paralyze him.
“That’s twice he’s saved our lives. How much more proof do we need that he’s friendly?” She smiled at Karn. “Who are you?”
“Karn, of the tribe of Tur.”
“I am Andra, and these men are Harus and Ven. We are of Mahlo. We thank you for saving our lives.”
Harus was the smaller of the two men. His face was thin, pinched with perpetual fear. Ven too seemed always frightened. They stared at Karn doubtfully.
“What are we going to do with him?” Harus asked.
“Maybe we could take him back to his tribe,” Andra suggested. “If it’s very far we could save him a long trip.”
Her eyes questioned Karn. He shook his head.
“No. They would kill me.”
“Somewhere else, then?”