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Whatever my thoughts may have been, they were interrupted by a shrill cry. Wheeling, I saw a slim white figure racing across the grassy level toward me. Behind her, gaining with every stride, came one of those giant carnivorous birds which are among the most dangerous of all the grisly denizens of the grasslands. They tower ten feet in height and somewhat resemble an ostrich except for the beak, which is a huge curving weapon, three feet in length, pointed and edged like a scimitar. A stroke of that beak can slash a man asunder, and the great taloned feet of the monster can tear a human limb from limb.

This mountain of destruction was hurtling along behind the flying girl at appalling speed, and I knew it would overtake her long before I could hope to reach them. Cursing the necessity for depending on my none too accurate marksmanship, I lifted my carbine and took as steady an aim as possible. The girl was directly in line with the brute, and I could not risk a shot at the huge body, lest I hit her instead. I had to chance a shot at the great head that bobbed bafflingly on the long arching neck.

It was more luck than skill that sent my bullet home. At the crack of the shot the giant head jerked backward as if the monster had run into an unseen wall. The stumpy wings thrashed thunderously, and staggering erratically, the brute pitched to the earth.

The girl fell at the same instant, as if the same bullet had brought them both down. Running forward to bend over her, I was surprised to see Altha, daughter of Zal, looking up at me with her dark enigmatic eyes. Quickly satisfying myself that she was not injured, outside of fright and exhaustion, I turned to the thunderbird and found it quite dead, its few brains oozing out of a hole in its narrow skull.

Turning back to Altha, I scowled down at her.

“What are you doing outside the city?” I demanded. “Are you quite mad, to venture so far into the wilderness alone?”

She made no reply, but I sensed a hurt in her dark eyes, and I repented the roughness of my speech. I dropped down on one knee beside her.

“You are a strange girl, Altha,” I said. “You are not like the other women of Koth. Folk say you are wilful and rebellious, without reason. I do not understand you. Why should you risk your life like this?”

“What will you do now?” she demanded.

“Why, take you back to the city, of course.”

Her eyes smoldered with a curious sullenness.

“You will take me back, and my father will whip me. But I will run away again—and again—and again!”

“But why should you run away?” I asked in bewilderment. “There is nowhere for you to go. Some beast will devour you.”

“So!” she answered. “Perhaps it is my wish to be devoured.”

“Then why did you run from the thunderbird?”

“The instinct to live is hard to conquer,” she admitted.

“But why should you wish to die?” I expostulated. “The women of Koth are happy, and you have as much as any.”

She looked away from me, out across the broad plains.

“To eat, drink and sleep is not all,” she answered in a strange voice. “The beasts do that.”

I ran my fingers through my thick hair in perplexity. I had hard similar sentiments voiced in many different ways on Earth, but it was the first time I had ever heard them from the lips of an inhabitant on Almuric. Altha continued in a low detached voice, almost as if she were speaking to herself rather than to me:

“Life is too hard for me. I do not fit, somehow, as the others do. I bruise myself on its rough edges. I look for something that is not and never was.”

Uneasy at her strange words, I caught her heavy locks in my hands and forced back her head to look into her face. Her enigmatic eyes met mine with a strange glimmer in them such as I had never seen.

“It was hard before you came,” she said. “It is harder now.”

Startled, I released her, and she turned her head away.

“Why should I make it harder?” I asked bewilderedly.

“What constitutes life?” she countered. “Is the life we live all there is? Is there nothing outside and beyond our material aspirations?”

I scratched my head in added perplexity.

“Why,” I said, “on Earth I met many people who were always following some nebulous dream or ideal, but I never observed that they were happy. On my planet there is much grasping and groping for unseen things, but I never knew there was such full content as I have known on Almuric.”

“I thought you different,” she said, still looking away from me. “When I saw you lying wounded and in chains, with your smooth skin and strange eyes, I thought you were more gentle than other men. But you are as rough and fierce as the rest. You spend your days and nights in slaying beasts, fighting men, and in riotous wassail.”

“But they all do,” I protested.

She nodded. “And so I do not fit in life, and were better dead.”