As in her own Kor-ul-ja, the natural springs in the cliff had been
developed by the long-dead builders of the caves so that fresh,
pure water trickled now, as it had for ages, within easy access to
the cave entrances. Her only difficulty would be in procuring food
and for that she must take the risk at least once in two days,
for she was sure that she could find fruits and tubers and perhaps
small animals, birds, and eggs near the foot of the cliff, the
last two, possibly, in the caves themselves. Thus might she live
on here indefinitely. She felt now a certain sense of security
imparted doubtless by the impregnability of her high-flung sanctuary
that she knew to be safe from all the more dangerous beasts, and
this one from men, too, since it lay in the abjured Kor-ul-gryf.
Now she determined to inspect the interior of her new home. The sun
still in the south, lighted the interior of the first apartment.
It was similar to those of her experience--the same beasts and
men were depicted in the same crude fashion in the carvings on the
walls--evidently there had been little progress in the race of
Waz-don during the generations that had come and departed since
Kor-ul-gryf had been abandoned by men. Of course Pan-at-lee thought
no such thoughts, for evolution and progress existed not for her,
or her kind.
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