Ril kept moving West as the night continued, the baying the hound faded some thing after midnight. The Moon had come and gone. Ril trudged ever forward until he could not take a step further. "I'll rest a bit and keep going till morning" he told him self. He sat down and leaned against the trunk of a tree. He was a sleep before his chin touched his chest.

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  Ril slept and had no remembered dream.

  "Boy" poke, "Boy" poke. An old woman who was leading a goat with a bundle of sticks tied to it's back was poking the boy (Ril) she found curled up around a tree with a stick. "Boy" Poke, "Boy" Poke. "Wake up! POKE 'Boy!' She spook louder and poked harder.