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Show -22- The path ended abruptly at a winding stream, where she washed her hands and face, and took a long, cool drink. She had come to the bottom of the mountain, and on the opposite side of the stream, another hill loomed high. "Oh dear! I'm too tired to go any farther." It was hard to tell what time it was, whether it was day or night, because the sun was always hidden above the fog. Sandy felt chilled and drew her sweater tightly around her. Then, taking the spoon from her pocket, she asked, "Shall I cross the stream and climb the hill, Verus? I'm so tired!" Verus thought for a minute. "I sense danger, Sandy. I think you should continue to walk for awhile - but don't cross the stream, follow it." She paused, then continued, "Keep me in your pocket!" The advice frightened Sandy, but she put Verus back and began to walk upstream. The stream made a sharp turn where it flowed from a small cave in the opposite mountain. As she walked hesitantly toward the cave, she heard a splash behind her. Turning, she saw a thin, ugly man splashing about in the stream where he had slipped and fallen. Alarmed, Sandy ran into the cave and hid behind a rock, while Rogare angrily dragged himself out of the stream. Since it was very dark in the cave, he sat on the stream bank and waited for Sandy to come out. Sandy stayed where she was, hardly daring to breathe, then crept even further inside. The cave was a lot bigger that it seemed from the outside. |