“Jahstan.”
Justin looked at the open doorway, unsurprised to see Sajah, the silver-eyed alien that had bound him at his ship’s wreckage, entering his tiny hovel.
Two weeks ago, when they’d marched Justin through the circular cluster of the village, bound as a prisoner, he wouldn’t have anticipated befriending any of them, let alone one of their leaders. Captive as he was, however, Justin didn’t begrudge the natives their wariness.
His hut was small, sparsely furnished, and the food left much to be desired, namely meat, but he hadn’t been mistreated. Besides, there was a window at least, and Justin found some amusement at watching the natives at his most bored points of the day. Watching the warriors train in the clearing, just visible between the two adjacent huts to his own, Justin had
