She had checked her tears, but her wits were far away, grieving for her uncle's pain, and envisaging the desperate future.

At the first water we reached she bathed her face and eyes, and using the pool as a mirror, adjusted her hair.

Then she smiled bravely, "I will try to be a true comrade, like a man," she said.

"I think I will be stronger when I have slept a little." All that afternoon we stole from covert to covert.

It was hot and oppressive in the dense woods, where the breeze could not penetrate.
Shalah's eagle eyes searched every open space before we crossed, but we saw nothing to alarm us.