Chapter five
Delia of the Blue MountainsA thousand years!
I stammered in confusion. We were back in Maspero’s house. I could not believe it. I only knew I felt as fit and healthy as I ever had. But a thousand years of life!
“We are not immortals, Dray; but we have work to do and that work will not allow us to die off after three score years and ten.”
The wonder of that stayed with me for a long time; and then I pushed it away. Life was still lived from one day to the next.
Maspero apologized for the Savant’s atavistic attitudes when we went hunting the graint. From time to time huge wild animals would wander through the few passes into the inner world of the crater and because they would damage the crops and kill the people, they must be caught and returned. But the Savanti had once b
