That night, around the fire, Andrev sat away from the others as he always did, gnawing on his share of the antelope meat and steadily avoiding everyone’s gazes. He could hear the men and women whispering.
“Perhaps he really is a gift from the gods,” one of the women whispered. “If we’d had him hunt for us before, we never would have wanted for food.”
“I don’t trust him,” another woman said. “He might try to poison us.”
Andrev dared to glance at Kir where he sat with Savva and the other hunters. Now no one knew what to believe.
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