And that night he lured Baree almost to the side of their campfire, and tossed him chunks of raw flesh from where he sat smoking his pipe.
He was changed.

Three days on the trail and three nights in camp under the stars had begun their promised miracle-working.

His face was darkened by a stubble of beard, his ears and cheek bones were reddened by exposure to cold and wind; he felt that in those three days and nights his muscles had hardened, and his weakness had left him.

"It was in your mind--your sickness," Father Roland had told him, and he believed it now.

He began to find a pleasure in that physical achievement which he had wondered at in Mukoki and the Missioner.