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e waiting for their own turn in the arena。 Some boys and girls smeared salve over livid reddish streaks along their calves and thighs and even their faces； making Rety wince。 True； none of the burns looked anywhere near as deep or wounding as her own。 No blisters or horrid； charred patches。 Still； how could they risk getting scorched on purpose？
The thought both nauseated and queerly fascinated Rety。
Was this so very different from her own story； after all？ She had known that standing up to Jass would have consequences； yet she did it anyway。
Sometimes you just gotta fight； that's all。 Her hand lifted briefly to touch her face。 She regretted nothing。 Nothing。
Some urrish spectators also bore marks of recent bat； especially on their legs； where swaths of fur had gone mangy or sloughed off。 Strangely； there wasn't any clear separation along race lines…no human cheering section versus an urrish one。 Instead； there was a lot of mixing； preliminary sparring； and friendly paring of techniques and throws。 Rety saw one human boy joke with a middling urs； laughing with his arm on her sleek mane。
A sizable group of zookirs and chimps screeched at each other in excitement； making wagers of piu nodules and pounding the ground with their hands。
Some distance beyond the coals； Rety saw another makeshift arena being used by juvenile traekis with newly wedded rings； engaged in a different kind of sport with g'Kek youngsters so light and agile； they spun wheelies and even lifted to stride briefly on their rear pusher legs。 That tournament seemed to involve a sort of rolling； whirling dance。 Rety couldn't make out the point； but clearly the pastime was less violent than Drake's Dare。
A pair of qheuen umpires…one gray and one blue…awaited the two contestants in the middle of the sandy strip。 They carefully inspected the human's sleeve for weapons； then checked the middling's teeth for caps on her scythelike incisors。 The blue qheuen then backed away into the stream while the gray extended armored legs and； to Rety's blinking surprise； stepped daintily onto the bed of steaming coals！ From then on it kept shifting its weight； lifting two clawed feet at a time high above the fuming surface； then switching to another pair； and so on。
After ritually…and warily…bowing to each other； the boy and middling began circling； looking for weakness。
Abruptly； they sprang at each other； grappling； each trying to push； twist； or throw the other in the direction he or she least wanted to go。 Now Rety saw the reason for the handicaps。 With both hind legs tied； the urs could not stomp her opponent or simply power her way to victory。 Likewise； the boy's strong； agile arms might throttle the middling； unless one was bound to his side。
〃drak's dare！ drak's dare！ yippee yooee！〃
The tiny； squeaky voice startled Rety； ing from much closer than the crowd of shouting onlookers。 She swiveled； seeking the source； but saw no one nearby till a tug on her tunic made her look down。
〃pouch…safe？ yee talk！ you me pouch…safe and yee talk you！〃
Rety stared。 It was a tiny urs！ No bigger than her foot； it danced delicately on four miniature hooves while still plucking at her garment。 The little creature tossed its mane； rotating a sinuous neck to peer around behind it； nervously； 〃yee need pouch！ need pouch！〃
Rety turned to follow its anxious stare and glimpsed what had it terrified。 A sleek black shape crouched in the undergrowth； panting slightly； a lolling tongue hanging between rows of sharp white teeth。 At first； Rety felt a shock of recognition； thinking it was Mudfoot； grouchy old Dwer's funny panion in the mountains。 Then she saw this one had no brown paw patches。 A different noor； then。
The predator raised its head and leered at the tiny urs； taking a step； then another。
On impulse； Rety scooped up the quivering prey and slipped it in her leather hip…pouch。
The noor gave her a look of puzzled disappointment； then turned to vanish in the shrubs。
Cheers； boos； and excited snorts made her look up in time to see the human contestant tumble through a cloud of billowing ash。 To Rety's amazement； the boy was not instantly set ablaze but rolled erect； dancing from bare foot to bare foot on the coals； swiftly but calmly brushing embers from crevices in his leather garment。 He waved off the gray qheuen； who had hurried protectively to his side。 The youth ran a hand along his collar one more time； then sauntered across more glowing cinders back to the sandy arena。
Rety was impressed。 Slopies seemed tougher than she'd thought。
〃hot…hot； but not much heat！〃 the little voice squeaked from her pouch； as if pleased by her surprise。 All memory of flight from the hungry noor seemed forgotten； 〃boy make boo…boo。 slip and fall； but not again； not this boy！ he tops！ watch silly hinney get wet！〃
Rety wrestled with her own amazement； unable to decide which thing dumbfounded her more； the contest below or the entity in her pocket； providing running mentary。
bat won her attention as the young human launched at his opponent once more。 Whatever his mistake the first time； the boy seemed bent on making up for it as he bobbed and weaved； then leaped to catch a handful of the middling's mane。 She snorted and snapped； pushing vainly with both slim handling…arms to break his grip。 She tried lifting a foreleg to tug with its stubby grasping paw； but that just left her teetering dangerously。
〃drak's dare！〃 the tiny urs shouted gleefully； 〃drak say to Ur…choon。 you…me tussle； tussle 'stead of kill！〃
Rety caught her breath。
Oh； I remember now。
She had heard the legend when she was little； told round the campfire by one of the old grandpas。 A tale that died with the old man； since Jass and the young hunters preferred exaggerated retellings of their own exploits over stories of life beyond the mountains。
To Rety's best recollection； there once had been a man named Drak…or Drake…a hero mightier and bolder than any human before or since。 Once； when Earthlings were still new on Jijo； a giant urrish chieftain fought Drak in a wrestling match。 For three days and nights they grappled； pounding and tearing at each other； making the ground shake； drying up rivers； ripping all the countryside between a fiery mountain and the sea； till both volcano and ocean vanished in curling steam。 When the clouds finally cleared； a bright region glowed from horizon to horizon with all the colors one could paint by mixing urrish and human blood。
Then； out of the smoke and mist； two heroes strode forth…he missing an arm and she a leg…leaning on each other； inseparable from that day forth。
While there would be more wars between the tribes； from that day forth all were fought with honor； in memory of Drak and Ur…choon。
〃watch！〃 the little urs called。
The boy faked a leftward lean； then planted his right foot and heaved。 Snorting dismay； the urs could not keep her greater weight from pivoting over his hip； sailing head…over…withers to crash into the nearby stream。 There came a shrill sigh as she floundered； slipping in the mud。 Finally； the blue qheuen surfaced behind her； using one clenched