through this dense forest.â
âWhat about the smoke?â
âItâs dusk, itâs misty . . . by the time the smokeâs made its way out through the tree canopy, youâll hardly see it.â
There was a pause, then Kita grinned. âLooks like we all agree,â she said. âLetâs camp for the night!â
Raff, grinning too, moved away from the stream, the girls following. âHereâs good,â he said, kicking away moss and leaves from a level stretch of ground. He found a flat piece of wood and placed it in the middle, then made a nick in it with his knife. Then he pulled his fire-making kit from his belt, looped the wool string on the little bow round the straight stick, and set the stick upright in the nick on the wood. He palmed the stone, fitting it on top of the stick.
âOK,â he said. âPull up some of that dried grass, there. When you see smoke at the base â feed the heat.â
He began to saw the little bow back and forth rapidly, and the stick wedged between the wood and the stone whirred.
Quainy raised her eyebrows at Kita, and they smiled. They werenât at all sure that this would work but it was enough that Raff was animated and happy, like heâd been years ago, before the bullying had crushed him. He was unfolding â stretching out again. He sawed furiously and the stick whirred.
Then there was a smell of charred wood, and a wisp of smoke rose. Hastily, Quainy dropped a few strands of dead grass on to it. Raff blew on it, and the tiny burst of flame that followed made them all cheer, then shhhhh each other, laughing. Quainy added more grass, and soon there was a bright blaze. Raff stowed his fire-kit away, saying, âGet some twigs â dry as you can. And wood. This fire is officially alight!â
âWell done, Raff,â breathed Kita, pushing twigs into the flames. âFirst you protect us from the footsoldiers, then you create fire!â
âProtect? I was cowering!â
âYou had the knife drawn. I saw it. You were ready to fight!â cried Quainy. Then she reached her arm round his neck, and pressed a kiss on to his cheek.
Raff, blushing, scrambled to his feet. âIâll get more wood,â he muttered. âKeep the fire fed, wonât you.â And he disappeared into the low-branched trees.
âI think you scared him off, Quainy,â said Kita. âGrabbing him like that!â But she was thinking, heâs never fazed when I get hold of him . She wasnât sure what she felt about that.
Raff was gone for quite a while. âWhatâs he up to?â murmured Quainy, nervously. âThereâs plenty of wood right nearby. You donât think heâs got lost, do you?â
âNo. Maybe he needed to take a dump.â
âCharming,â said Quainy, but she seemed consoled.
A few minutes later, Raff appeared, and practically swaggered up to the fire. Three pink, raw-looking shapes swung from his left hand.
Quainy gasped. âAre thoseââ
âRabbits,â said Raff, proudly. âTheyâd come to drink on the other side of the stream, further up. I lay in wait and grabbed âem.â
âTheyâre very small,â said Kita.
âTheyâre young. Thatâs how I could catch them. I skinned and gutted them over there so the smell of blood wouldnât be near our camp. And so you two could bear to eat them. They did look very sweet. Before they died.â
âMonster!â cried Quainy, as Raff, laughing, found a long stick, spitted the three little corpses, and propped them over the fire on some stones.
As they lay back on their sheepskins on the soft, earthy forest floor and relaxed, firelight flickering across their faces, it seemed incredible that only twenty-four hours ago theyâd been at the start of their escape. They felt good â victorious. Theyâd eluded Arc and theyâd drunk as much water
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