He hesitated between the holy men and Kathlyn, and finally concluded that she in the fluttering robes would be the most desirable.
There was no particular hurry; besides, he was not hungry.

The cat in him wanted to play.

He loped after Kathlyn easily.

At any time he chose a few swift bounds would bring him to her side.
Beyond the temple lay the same stream by which, miles away, Kathlyn had seen the funeral pyre and about which she had so weird a fantasy.

If this stream was deep there was a chance for life..