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Chapter 17 — The Fight in the Cave of the Moon Butchers
Theyseemedtohavenocombinedplanwhatever.Therewerespearsflewaboutme,Iwasgrazedovertheearbyone.Iwasstabbedonceinthearmandonceinthecheek,butIonlyfoundthatoutafterwards,whenthebloodhadhadtimetorunandcoolandfeelwet.
WhatCavordidIdonotknow.Foraspaceitseemedthatthisfightinghadlastedforanage,andmustneedsgoonforever.Thensuddenlyitwasallover,andtherewasnothingtobeseenbutthebacksofheadsbobbingupanddownastheirownersraninalldirections....Iseemedaltogetherunhurt.Iranforwardsomepaces,shouting,thenturnedabout.Iwasamazed.
Ihadcomerightthroughtheminvastflyingstrides,theywereallbehindme,andrunninghitherandthithertohide.
IfeltanenormousastonishmentattheevaporationofthegreatfightintowhichIhadhurledmyself,andnotalittleexultation.ItdidnotseemtomethatIhaddiscoveredtheSeleniteswereunexpectedlyflimsy,butthatIwasunexpectedlystrong.Ilaughedstupidly.Thisfantasticmoon!
Iglancedforamomentatthesmashedandwrithingbodiesthatwerescatteredoverthecavernfloor,withavagueideaoffurtherviolence,thenhurriedonafterCavor.
