By the time they had reachedthe stern rail and pulled themselves over, Strike Anywhere was already crouching in the shadows atthe front of the poopdeck, fitting an arrow into his bow. Paul was glad he had been watching--if he had blinked, the boy wouldhave simply vanished. And he had acceded, just as ineffectually fullof self-pity as if someone had set down a briefcase on the last empty seat in the Underground,forcing him to stand. He had gauged it correctly, and sprang off the outcropping's farthest point.
Contemplating how it would feel to sit at one of those windows looking down on one's owngarden, a garden you could ge Don't be stuffy. A row of tentsmade from skins stood with their backs to the cave's entrance like a herd of animals huddledagainst the wind. She waved her arms desperately, teetered, and then was snatched away.
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