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always upon the alert; for here, to paraphrase, eternal vigilance is indeed the

price of life.

I had managed to progress a little in the acquisition of a knowledge of her tongue,

so that I knew many of the animals and reptiles by their Caspakian names, and

trees and ferns and grasses. I knew the words for sea and river and cliff, for sky

and sun and cloud. Yes, I was getting along finely, and then it occurred to me

that I didn't know my companion's name; so I pointed to myself and said, "Tom,"

and to her and raised my eyebrows in interrogation. The girl ran her fingers into

that mass of hair and looked puzzled. I repeated the action a dozen times.

Tom," she said finally in that clear, sweet, liquid voice. "Tom!"

I had never thought much of my name before; but when she spoke it, it sounded

to me for the first time in my life like a mighty nice name, and then she

brightened suddenly and tapped her own breast and said: "Ajor!"

Ajor!" I repeated, and she laughed and struck her palms together.

Well, we knew each other's names now, and that was some satisfaction. I rather

liked hers--Ajor! And she seemed to like mine, for she repeated it.

We came to the cliffs beside the little river where it empties into the bay with the

great inland sea beyond. The cliffs were weather-worn and rotted, and in one

place a deep hollow ran back beneath the overhanging stone for several feet,

suggesting shelter for the night. There were loose rocks strewn all about with

which I might build a barricade across the entrance to the cave, and so I halted

there and pointed out the place to Ajor, trying to make her understand that we

would spend the night there.

As soon as she grasped my meaning, she assented with the Caspakian equivalent

of an affirmative nod, and then touching my rifle, motioned me to follow her to

the river. At the bank she paused, removed her belt and dagger, dropping them

to the ground at her side; then unfastening the lower edge of her garment from

the metal leg-band to which it was attached, slipped it off her left shoulder and

let it drop to the ground around her feet. It was done so naturally, so simply and

so quickly that it left me gasping like a fish out of water. Turning, she flashed a

smile at me and then dived into the river, and there she bathed while I stood

guard over her. For five or ten minutes she splashed about, and when she

emerged her glistening skin was smooth and white and beautiful. Without means

of drying herself, she simply ignored what to me would have seemed a necessity,

and in a moment was arrayed in her simple though effective costume.

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