will be none, only the natural pleasure of man and woman."
Only the briefest of delving into her mind raised his joy to fever-heights. Arising to his knees, he first took the girl into his arms, bade her clasp his neck tightly and close her eyes, not to open them until he so bade, then ascended high into the air and retraced his way to the copse of the slain deer.
Having finally tired of being a leopard, Ehra too had sent her body floating in the air and, at the edge of a wood, was watching with amusement the play-antics of a litter of striped piglets as they caroused around and over the snoring bulks of several sows, a huge-tushed boar and the rest of the sounder of older swine.
His voice calling her attention roused the entire herd of wild pigs. The piglets' raucous game broke up at a single grunt from the largest of the shaggy sows and, as they scurried to a place of safety behind her, the old boar and a brace of his almost-mature male progeny trotted forward to the point of danger, snorting, grunting, clashing their tushes, their huge heads down and pure murder glittering from their red eyes.
Floating higher, to his level, Ehra bitterly reproached Seos, saying, "Now just look what you've done, brother-mine! And I was having so much fun watching those little piglets play. What is so important about a black-haired human female. Her sex-parts are bleeding, you know, you're all running blood from your waist to your toes . . . but if I know
you and your infamous proclivities, you probably deserve it. Did you take her in your man-form? Of course you did, if you'd taken her as a bull the size of the one you were when you left here, you'd be carrying a corpse, not a living girl."
Gravely, he said, "I regret that I had to interrupt your diversions, sister-mine, but I think you . . . and our sire . . . will feel it well worth the cost. Enter this child's mind and tell me what you find therein."
After doing as she was bade, Ehra hissed sibilantly between her white, even teeth, then demanded, "How many like this are there, Seos?"
He shrugged. "I don't know . . . not yet. She avows that her still-living sire is god-descended, or hybrid heritage—however debased, in other words— and she has brothers and sisters all by the same sire and so, hopefully, sharing her mental talents. But before I or you scout out their settlement and try to enter more minds, it were wise, I think, that we bear this sample to father." *
target before I shoot, because even big as you are, I don't think one or two of these forty-four magnums would do you a bit of good."
The Hon, which had turned almost navy blue in fright, was slowly fading back to royal blue as he beamed aggrievedly, "Well, I like thought you meant to like sleep all day, man. The sun's done been up over a hour, now, and f m so hungry I could scarf up cold horse-buns. It's time you went down south, there, and shot me . . . uhh, us, some eatments."
"No, it's not," replied Fitz, as he reholstered the revolver, "The grey panther, Puss, was here while you were snoring last night. She says that I have to start out today, not tomorrow, so I'll give you that hung pheasant and ..."
"No, man," put in the Hon, "it ain't no pheasant no more. After you like sacked in, I got so hungry I like chewed through the rope and scarfed that bird up, 'cause I like figgered you could shoot some more this morning, after you'd like shot me a whole bunch of them little antelopes, see."
"Thanks a whole lot, Cool Blue," said Fitz disgustedly, "I'd already told you last night that that bird was my breakfast. Some kind of trustworthy buddy you are!"
"Man, be cool," expostulated the lion, defensively, "Man, I was like starving you dig? I was like almost as hungry then as I am now."
"Then why didn't you go off and hunt?" demanded Fitz. "That's what hungry lions are supposed to do, isn't it?"
"Now, how was I s'posed to hunt grub and watch over you while you was sleeping at the like same
time, man?" the
Only the briefest of delving into her mind raised his joy to fever-heights. Arising to his knees, he first took the girl into his arms, bade her clasp his neck tightly and close her eyes, not to open them until he so bade, then ascended high into the air and retraced his way to the copse of the slain deer.
Having finally tired of being a leopard, Ehra too had sent her body floating in the air and, at the edge of a wood, was watching with amusement the play-antics of a litter of striped piglets as they caroused around and over the snoring bulks of several sows, a huge-tushed boar and the rest of the sounder of older swine.
His voice calling her attention roused the entire herd of wild pigs. The piglets' raucous game broke up at a single grunt from the largest of the shaggy sows and, as they scurried to a place of safety behind her, the old boar and a brace of his almost-mature male progeny trotted forward to the point of danger, snorting, grunting, clashing their tushes, their huge heads down and pure murder glittering from their red eyes.
Floating higher, to his level, Ehra bitterly reproached Seos, saying, "Now just look what you've done, brother-mine! And I was having so much fun watching those little piglets play. What is so important about a black-haired human female. Her sex-parts are bleeding, you know, you're all running blood from your waist to your toes . . . but if I know
you and your infamous proclivities, you probably deserve it. Did you take her in your man-form? Of course you did, if you'd taken her as a bull the size of the one you were when you left here, you'd be carrying a corpse, not a living girl."
Gravely, he said, "I regret that I had to interrupt your diversions, sister-mine, but I think you . . . and our sire . . . will feel it well worth the cost. Enter this child's mind and tell me what you find therein."
After doing as she was bade, Ehra hissed sibilantly between her white, even teeth, then demanded, "How many like this are there, Seos?"
He shrugged. "I don't know . . . not yet. She avows that her still-living sire is god-descended, or hybrid heritage—however debased, in other words— and she has brothers and sisters all by the same sire and so, hopefully, sharing her mental talents. But before I or you scout out their settlement and try to enter more minds, it were wise, I think, that we bear this sample to father." *
target before I shoot, because even big as you are, I don't think one or two of these forty-four magnums would do you a bit of good."
The Hon, which had turned almost navy blue in fright, was slowly fading back to royal blue as he beamed aggrievedly, "Well, I like thought you meant to like sleep all day, man. The sun's done been up over a hour, now, and f m so hungry I could scarf up cold horse-buns. It's time you went down south, there, and shot me . . . uhh, us, some eatments."
"No, it's not," replied Fitz, as he reholstered the revolver, "The grey panther, Puss, was here while you were snoring last night. She says that I have to start out today, not tomorrow, so I'll give you that hung pheasant and ..."
"No, man," put in the Hon, "it ain't no pheasant no more. After you like sacked in, I got so hungry I like chewed through the rope and scarfed that bird up, 'cause I like figgered you could shoot some more this morning, after you'd like shot me a whole bunch of them little antelopes, see."
"Thanks a whole lot, Cool Blue," said Fitz disgustedly, "I'd already told you last night that that bird was my breakfast. Some kind of trustworthy buddy you are!"
"Man, be cool," expostulated the lion, defensively, "Man, I was like starving you dig? I was like almost as hungry then as I am now."
"Then why didn't you go off and hunt?" demanded Fitz. "That's what hungry lions are supposed to do, isn't it?"
"Now, how was I s'posed to hunt grub and watch over you while you was sleeping at the like same
time, man?" the
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