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. It was difficult. Every time she
turned around, the first things she saw were enormous
knees. Even worse, he insisted on calling her "mama," and
kept trying to hold her hand.
Worse yet, Krog's presence tended to discourage the
others from following closely. Sometimes, when the Lady
Drule looked back, they were barely in sight. Then, when
the smoky sun was setting beyond the mountains to the
west, she looked around and couldn't see them at all.
On the verge of exasperation, she climbed a broken
stump and peered into the brushy distance. "Now where
they go?" she muttered.
"Who?" Krog asked.
"Others," she said. "S'posed to be followin'. Can't see
'em."
"Oh," he rumbled. "Here." Great fingers circled her
waist, and he raised her high. "See, mama? There they are."
A half mile back, the others had stopped at the edge of
a fallen forest and were scurrying about. They had built a
fire.
"Oh," the Lady Drule said. "Time for eat."
"Yeah," Krog agreed, setting her on her feet. 'Time for
eat. What we eat?"
"Make stew," she explained. "What else?" With a sigh,
she started back.
"What else?" Krog rumbled, and followed.
Partway back, on a wind-scoured flat littered with
fallen stone, Drule saw furtive movement among some
rocks, and her nose twitched. "Rat?" she breathed. She
circled half around the rocks, saw movement again, and
dived at it, her fingers closing an inch behind the rodent's
fleeing tail. She stood and shook her head. "Rats," she said.
Krog watched curiously, repeated, "Rats," and squatted
beside a boulder
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