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.But she did and said nothing more.Marika turned her back."Let her do what she will.It is all the same to me."The silth began ignoring Pohsit as studiously as did Marika.After a time the sagan quietly donned a coat-someone else's, way too big for her-and slipped out of the loghouse.Marika saw the tall silth nod slightly to the older.She did not understand that till much later.IIThe silth questioned Marika about her talent.How had she grown aware that she was unusual? How had her talent manifested itself? They seemed convinced it would have caused her grave troubles had she let it become known."Your dam should have brought you to the packfast years ago.You and your littermates.As all pups are to be brought.It is the law.""I know little about the packfast and the law," Marika replied."Except that not many meth pay attention to either here in the upper Ponath.I have heard many jests made at the expense of that law.And I have heard our teacher, Saettle, say we came into the Ponath to escape the law.""No doubt." The taller silth was extremely interested in Machen Cave.She kept returning to that.She asked Marika to be more specific about her experiences.Marika related each in as much detail as she could recall."You seem a little uncertain about something.As though there is more that you are afraid to tell.""There is more," Marika admitted."I just do not know if you will believe me.""You might be surprised, pup.We have seen things your packmates would deny can exist." This was the older silth.Marika was not entirely comfortable with that one.In her way, she had a feel very like Pohsit.And she evidently had the power to be as nasty as Pohsit wished she could be."The last time I was there I really was not there.If you see what I mean."The tall silth said, "We do not see.Why do you not just tell it?""The other night.When dam and the others went out to raid the nomads.They were up at Machen Cave with a big bonfire and all their Wise doing some kind of ceremony.Anyway, I followed dam through the touch.It was stronger than ever.I could see and hear everything she saw and heard." She choked on her words, eyed the silth oddly."You have remembered something.""Yes.There was one of your kind there.With the nomads."Both silth rose suddenly.The tall one began pacing.The other hovered over Marika, staring down intently."Did I say something wrong? Did I offend?""Not at all," the tall one said."We were startled and distressed.A sister like ourselves, you say? Tell us more.""There is little to tell.Dam and Gerrien attacked the nomads.Most of them panicked and fled.But suddenly this one meth, dressed like you almost, appeared out of nowhere, and-""Literally?""Excuse me?""She materialized? In fact? She did not just step from behind a tree or something?""No.I do not think so.She just appeared right in front of dam and Gerrien.She pointed something at them, then cursed it.It seemed like it was supposed to do something and did not.Then she tried to club them with it.Dam and Gerrien killed her.It was a strange weapon.All of metal."The silth exchanged glances."All of metal, eh? Where is this Machen Cave? I think we would be very interested in this metal club.""Machen Cave is north.Several hours.But you do not have to go there.Dam brought the club home."Excitement sparked between the silth."Indeed? Where is it now, then?""I will have to find it.Dam put it away somewhere.She said she would trade the metal to the tradermales.Or maybe we could fashion tools from it.""Find it, please."While she talked Marika had begun setting the inside of the loghouse in order.When she kept paws and mouth busy, she did not have to think about what lay outside the loghouse.She continued distracting herself by searching for Skiljan's trophy."Here it is."The tall meth took it.Both sat down, facing one another, the metal club between them.They passed it back and forth, examined it minutely, even argued over a few small writing characters stamped into one side.They did so, though, in a language Marika did not understand.By the cautious way they handled the thing, Marika decided it was a dangerous something they had seen but never before touched."It is very important that you recall every detail about this meth you saw.The one who carried this club.It is certain she was our enemy.If we can identify her pack, by her clothing, say, we will be better equipped to protect our own.There should be no silth with the nomads.""There should be no wehrlen either," said the older silth."A wehrlen come out of nowhere, with skills as advanced as our own, or nearly so.This is an impossibility."The taller meth was thoughtful a moment."That is true." She looked at Marika intently."Where does this Machen Cave lie again?" And Marika felt something brush her mind, a touch far lighter than that she had experienced the night the far silth had responded to her probing of the packfast."Ah.So.Yes.Sister, I am going to go there after all.To see if the bodies remain.You learn what you can from the wehrlen."The older silth nodded.She went out of the loghouse immediately.The other dallied a moment, looking at Marika, saying nothing
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