The Mantooth | Page 8

that she was somehow
protected here from the perils of the outside world. Every instinct and emotion he
possessed told him not leave her. But the Mantis..... He had no way of knowing that even
now the question was being rendered academic.
Hearing Akar's deep growl, followed by a scream, he rushed wildly back toward the
frontal chamber. Fearing the worst he drew out his crude stone knife. But at the thought
of the Mantis it began to feel very small and useless in his hand. He turned the bend of
the enclosure.
Though the creature he found there was not the one he expected, the danger was equally
great. An enormous woolly land spider, too primitive to understand the markings above
the cave's entrance, stood motionless on the ledge just beyond it, peering into the shelter
with cautious uncertainty. Searching for a home, food had not been its main objective.
But Kalus knew it could change its mind at any moment, and was quite capable of
devouring them all.
'Sylviana!' he cried desperately. 'To the shaft through which I entered..... Quickly!'

But the girl, seeing the real-life manifestation of her darkest imaginings, could not find it
within herself to turn and run. Instead she stood paralyzed in the center of the floor,
staring with total disbelief into the eyes of certain death.
Only the spider's cautious hesitation saved them. Seizing her by the arm, Kalus forced her
hurriedly toward the opening above her bed. Here the wall sloped sharply to meet it.
Helping her up the pitted incline, they entered a broad and irregular chimney in the rock.
Followed by the girl he began winding his way up through the spiraling, almost vertical
passageway.
'Wait!' cried the girl, regaining her senses. 'What about the wolf?'
'He will have to fend for himself!' retorted Kalus angrily. Taking her by the arm once
more, he forced her onward.
Seeing a pale yellow light filter down from above, he finally relented, slowing their pace.
Stopping to rest on a narrow ledge far beyond the point where the spider could reach
them, he felt his heart pounding uncontrollably. As it did so it sent angry waves of blood
pulsing sharply through his veins, aggravating the deep head wound he had sustained the
day before. The pain, though not excruciating, combined with the fear and frustration of
the moment to form the totally negative and inescapably fatalistic frame of mind which
had haunted him since childhood. All his thoughts, worded and otherwise, now seemed to
crash in upon themselves like the breaking of a wave, crushing and smothering every
positive impulse, every hopeful thought inside him. Hanging his head in a gesture of
forced surrender he breathed heavily, mouth open, and waited for the feeling to pass.
Seeing his despair, Sylviana was moved in a way she could not explain. Having lived
most of her life in sheltered seclusion, all such powerful emotions had existed for her
only in books, and always seemed somehow pretentious and unreal. To see it now in
undeniable reality, affected a dual response within her. She felt at once both selflessly
compassionate, and selfishly afraid. Again she thought of her friend.
'Kalus?' she asked softly, trying hard not to upset him. 'What will happen to the wolf?' He
started to answer gruffly, but seeing her anguish, mellowed his tone.
'He will be all right,' he said. 'Akar knows the ways of escape like no other..... The spider
has the mind of an ant. He is not in danger.' Though he had stretched the truth, he hoped
she would believe him. In his heart he knew that the wolf was probably dead, or at best,
trapped in some dark corner of the cave, hoping the spider would not find him.
But if he intended to calm her he had failed miserably. Something he said unknowingly,
had upset her even more. 'Are all the insects of your world as large as the spider?' She
asked sincerely, hoping to God the answer was no. The thought of a swarm of giant ants
had sent a chill straight through her.
'Insects?'
'Crawling things with many legs.'

'Of course not,' he said, shaking his head at her ignorance. How could she have lived so
long and still know so little of the ways of the Valley? But he was no longer angry with
her. The intensity of the pain dying down, he had actually begun to derive some new sort
of pleasure from hearing the sound of her voice.
'Except for the spider and the mantis,' he continued, 'They rarely grow to be much longer
than your hand.' Though the answer was hardly reassuring, at least she sensed that he
meant well, something she had not been at all sure of before.
'Come,' he said, feeling