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Dylara stiffened as Sadu's august voice echoed through the clearing. Her
brown eyes, keener than most, began to pick out points of glowing yellow
among the black shadows of the trees--bits of light that she recognized
instantly as the eyes of lions. Even as she was conscious that there
were many of them, she became aware of their growing size.

The cave girl waited no longer. Pushing past the fear-ridden princess,
she went quickly to where Jotan slept nearby beneath a mound of furs and
began shaking him urgently by the shoulder.

The Ammadian opened his eyes. "What--what is it? Dylara? What is wrong?"

"The lions!" Dylara said hurriedly. "Many of them. They are preparing to
charge us!"

Flinging aside his furs, Jotan leaped to his feet and raced among the
sleeping warriors, arousing them with a prodding foot and a few urgent
words of explanation. Meanwhile, Dylara hurried to where the sentries
were keeping watchful eyes on the first lion.

"Quick!" she exclaimed. "Throw some of the burning branches among the
trees. There is still time to drive Sadu away!"

... Sadu, at sight of the rapidly awakening camp, halted his slow
advance. For a moment he hesitated, his highly strung nerves twitching
with indecision. And when several of the men dragged burning branches
from the fires and threw them, like blazing spears, in his direction, he
snarled uneasily and drew back. Already a few of the other lions had
turned tail to flee back into the jungle. In another moment the retreat
would become a rout and Sadu must seek elsewhere for food.

And then there occurred one of those unpredictable turns of fate which
none can foresee. One of the blazing brands, propelled by a strong arm,
struck full against the flank of a retreating lion. There followed a
puff of smoke as hair burned away a wide patch and seared the skin
beneath.

Sadu's uncertain temper blazed with the flame. With a startled roar that
paled to nothing the surrounding chorus of growls, screams and curses,
he wheeled about and bore down upon the camp, roaring as he came. A few
feet short of the flaming stockade, Sadu rose in a mighty leap, cleared
the flames easily, and landed squarely among the startled Sepharians.

Instantly pandemonium raged. The men scattered wildly from Sadu's
flailing claws and glistening fangs, only to encounter other lions who,
emboldened by the success of the first, had turned back to leap the
barrier.