The hunter cocked his huge fists. And then Ram let go a queer animal
moan. He shoved past Ciaran and went to his knees beside something
Ciaran hadn't noticed before.
A woman lay awkwardly against the base of the cliff. She was brown
and stringy and not very young, with a plain, good face. A squat,
thick-shouldered boy sprawled almost on top of her. There was a livid
burn on the back of his neck. They were both dead.
Ciaran thought probably the woman had dropped from exhaustion, and the
kid had died fighting to save her. He felt sick.
Ram put a hand on each of their faces. His own was stony and quite
blank. After the first cry he didn't make a sound.
He got up and went for the Kald nearest to him.