They landed on our beach, and he limped across the sand and examined our caves.
They went away in a few minutes, but the Swift One was badly scared.
We were all frightened, but none of us to the extent that she was.

She whimpered and cried and was restless all that night.

In the morning she took the child in her arms, and by sharp cries, gestures, and example, started me on our second long flight.

There were eight of the Folk (all that was left of the horde) that remained behind in the caves.

There was no hope for them.