VITHEY HALTED ON A KNOLL. Below them lay the farm, with the vua rows straight and green in the red soil of the fields.
“You can make it from here,” the Cytha said. “I am wearing thin. It is an awful effort to keep on being smart. I want to go back to ignorance and comfort.”
“It was nice knowing you,” Duncan told it politely. “And thanks for sticking with me.”
He started down the hill, leaning heavily on the rifle-crutch. Then he frowned troubledly and turned back.
“Look,” he said, “you’ll go back to animal again. Then you will forget. One of these days, you’ll see all that nice, tender vua and—”
“Very simple,” said the Cytha. “If you find me in the vua, just begin hunting me. With you after me, I will quickly get smart and remember once again and it will be all right.”
“Sure,” agreed
