Heng flew down to his son and was amused at the expression of pure amazement on his face. He danced before him like a yo-yo on a string and then soared away, showing off, but darting to the left and the right to eat insects on the way. There were no mosquitoes, but there were plenty of other creatures crawling on the wal s and ceiling of the cave – thousands more than he could eat in a week, but it took skil to pick them off the
rock face – a skil that he did not yet have and he scraped his nose a few times.
Heng could perform several very acrobatic aerial manoeuvres, but the one that he needed now was the hover and he found that very difficult.
He could manage it for a few seconds but longer than that took too much energy and concentration – more than he had at the moment at any
