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Show - 131 - Moana returned shortly with dried meat, cold biscuits, and cool drink. She seated, herself beside him. "Our village is just a short walk down that nath," she indicated with a nod of her head. As Roa nartook of the food and drink, he surveyed the beautiful place. It was a small clearing in the forest, trees stopping abruntly at its edge. The sweet, tender grass grew right down to the pool's edge. White and blue flowers dotted its green. White water lilies drifted gently among their green oval pads around the shallox%' parts of the pond. The sun's rays shown discriminateingly unon the peaceful clearing as if it x«ras the only place that received the glory of its light. The sun in this seclusion was not hot, just warm enough to take the chill from the damnness surrounding the pool. While Roa studied his surroundings, Moana studied his face. She said nothing until he had finished taking nourishment. Then she sooke softly with a tone of regret in her voice. "It is bad that our tribes are at war." "Yes, it is bad," he said simply, and then |