Chapter 41

           Almostatoncetiredness,aswereturned,attackedus.Alisondiscoveredablisteronherleftheel,wherethenewshoehadrubbed.Wewastedtenminutesofthequick-dyinglighttryingtoimproviseabandageforit;andthen,almostasabruptlyasifacurtainhaddropped,nightwasonus.Withitcamewind.Theskyremainedclear,thestarsburnedfrantically,butsomewherewewentdownthewrongrockyslopeandattheplaceIexpectedtherefugetobetherewasnothing.Itwasdifficulttoseefootholds,increasinglydifficulttothinksensibly.Wefoolishlywenton,comingintoavastvolcanicbowl,astarklunarlandscape;snow-streakedcliffs,violentwindshowlingroundthesides.Wolvesbecamereal,notanamusingreferenceinacasualconversation.Alisonmusthavebeenfarmorefrightened,andprobablyfarcolder,thanIwas.Atthecenterofthebowlitbecameclearthatitwasimpossibletogetoutexceptbygoingback,andwesatforafewminutestorestintheleeofahugeboulder.Iheldhercloseagainstmeforwarmth’ssake.Shelaywithherheadburiedinmysweater,inacompletelyunsexualembrace;andcradlingherthere,shiveringinthatextraordinarylandscape,amillionyearsandmilesfromtheswelteringAthensnight,Ifeltitmeantnothing,itmustmeannothing.ItoldmyselfIwouldhavefeltthesamewithanyone.ButIlookedoutoverthegrimlandscape,anaccurateenoughsimileofmylife,andrememberedsomethingthemuleteerhadsaidearlier;thatwolvesneverhuntsingly,butalwaysinpairs.Thelonewolfwasamyth.

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