The Kor-ul-lul were ascending--one hurled his club at the nearest
fugitive. The Great God was pleased with the brother of Pan-at-lee,
for he caused the club to fall short of its target, and to fall,
rolling and bounding, back upon its owner carrying him from his
feet and precipitating him to the bottom of the gorge.

Standing now, her hands pressed tight above her golden breastplates,
Pan-at-lee watched the race for life. Now one, her older brother,
reached the summit and clinging there to something that she could
not see he lowered his body and his long tail to the father beneath
him. The latter, seizing this support, extended his own tail
to the son below--the one who had slipped back--and thus, upon
a living ladder of their own making, the three reached the summit
and disappeared from view before the Kor-ul-lul overtook them. But
the latter did not abandon the chase. On they went until they too
had disappeared from sight and only a faint shouting came down to
Pan-at-lee to tell her that the pursuit continued.

The girl knew that she must move on. At any moment now might come
a hunting party, combing the gorge for the smaller animals that
fed or bedded there.

Behind her were Es-sat and the returning party of Kor-ul-lul that
had pursued her kin; before her, across the next ridge, was the
Kor-ul-gryf, the lair of the terrifying monsters that brought the
chill of fear to every inhabitant of Pal-ul-don; below her, in the
valley, was the country of the Ho-don, where she could look for only
slavery, or death; here were the Kor-ul-lul, the ancient enemies of
her people and everywhere were the wild beasts that eat the flesh
of man.