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Canto VIII: Upon Waking

Thus Fe continued to the tippling sot:

Within the hour both Hul and I were up
and tidying our camp for further hunt.
Neither could the other look upon
for neither could believe our wild acts.
We felt ashamed of our adultery,
and also for the knot we each had put
amidst the simple thread, our history.
At last the silence broke at Hulís behest:

I heard a pack of wolves up north last night.

First I, then Hul felt an internal flinch
at merest mention of the night before.
Hul, hiding well his cringe, continued on:

Although we have more treasure here than we
could ever hope to slay on any hunt,
we still will need supplies to make this land
more viable when we return to stay.

He neednít say another word to me,
for I knew well the price their pelts might bring,
with which we would acquire needed seeds,
necessities too numerous to think.
Though countless details needed sorting out,
one thing was surely easy to surmise:
We needed money for our venture which
despite our late transgression, neither could
put from our minds; the hope had taken root.
And so I swallowed shame and rose to hunt,
and Hul did much the same, his hardened face
returning for the hard work still ahead.

And yet I could not cast aside the sight
which in my dreams had come to haunt me still.
hgnichols
Written by hgnichols (Harry Nichols)
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