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Show 7Q The shark had pulled a large chunk of flesh from Ruruku's right calf. It still bled badly. Turi was applying a tourninuet of herrm around, the leg above the x^round. "Is the wound as bad as it appears?" Roa asked weakly. "Yes, my son. It is a very serious wound. Your brother could lose his leg, or even his life. He is in grave danger." The strenuous battle with the shark and the sight of Ruruku's mangled leg was too much for Roa. His throat tightened and his stomach knotted. He went off a few paces and retched violently. When the bleeding was stopped, Turi called a council. In soft socken x,rords be began. "My warriors, although this is one of my sons, -whom I dearly love, I wish you to consider him no more nor no less than any one of our warriors. We must make a decision affecting all of us." Chief Turi paused. This was one time when the mantle of leadership weighed heavily upon him. "We are almost halfway on our Journey to Te Wai Pounamu and the sacred river," he continued. "Our decision is whether to continue on and perhaps |