ght in confusion?) but she would
make a terrible foe.

And foe she was....

"I want your bow and arrows," she told him.

* * * * *

Temple wanted to suggest they share the weapon, but somehow he knew in
this world which was like a dream and could tell him things the way a
dream would and yet was vividly real, that the woman would share
nothing with anybody.

"They are mine," Temple said, climbing to his knees. He remembered the
animal-shapes lumbering by in the storm and he knew that he and the
animals would both stalk prey when the storm subsided and he would
need the bow and arrows.

The woman moved toward him with a liquid motion beautiful to behold,
and for the space of a heartbeat Temple watched her come. "I will take
them," she said.

Temple wasn't sure if she could or not, and although she was a woman
he feared her strangely. Again, it was as if something in this
dream-world real-world could tell him more than he should know.

Making up his mind, Temple sprang to his feet, whirled about and ran.
He was plunging through the wild storm once more, blinded by the
occasional flashes of jagged green lightning, deafened by the peals of
thunder which followed. And he was being pursued.

Minutes, hours, more than hours--for an eternity Temple ran. A
reservoir of strength he never knew he possessed provided the energy
for each painful step and running through the storm seemed the most
natural thing in the world to him. But there came a time when his
strength failed, not slowly, but with shocking suddenness. Temple
fell, crawled a ways, was still.

It took him minutes to realize the storm no longer buffeted him, more
minutes to learn he had managed to crawl into a cave. He had no time
to congratulate himself on his good fortune, for something stirred
outside.

"I am coming in," the woman called to him from the green murk.

Temple strung an arrow to his bow, pulled the string back and faced
the cave's entrance squatting on his heels. "Then your first step
shall be your last. I'll shoot to kill." And he meant it.

Silence from outside. Deafening.

Temple felt sweat streaming under his armpits; his hands were clammy,
his hands trembled.

"You haven't seen the last of me," the woman promised. After that,
Temple knew she was gone. He slept as one dead.

When Temple awoke, bright sunlight filtered in through the foliage
outside his cave. Although the ground was a muddy ruin, th