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“This is good—better than animal skin,” she said.
    â€œI guess it is,” Dave said. “We may have an extra one for a gift for the chief.”
    â€œIt will be welcome,” Princess Merle said. She looked around again and asked, “Why are you different colors, and why are some of you bigger than others?”
    â€œWell, I guess we all come from different places, and we’re not related to each other—just good friends. We’ve come from all over Oldworld.”
    â€œOldworld?”
    â€œWell…yes.” Josh launched into a long explanation of how they came to be in Nuworld. He saw that the concept was entirely foreign to the princess. Finally he asked, “Have you ever heard of Goél?”
    â€œNo, who is Goél? Is he a warrior?”
    â€œWell, I think he might be if he set his mind to it.” Josh smiled. “I thought you might have heard of him.”
    â€œNo. Have you ever heard of Maug?”
    â€œMaug?” The name had an ugly sound, and Josh shook his head. “No, who is he?”
    â€œWe serve Maug, we of the Fedor people. He is strong.”
    Instantly Josh caught Sarah’s eye. They knew at once that she was talking about some sort of god. It did not seem the right time to talk about such things, so hesaid simply, “Well, we’ll talk about that when we meet your chief. What’s your father’s name?”
    An odd light came into her eyes. “His name is Chava.”
    â€œChief Chava—well, I’ll be glad to meet him,” Dave said, smiling at her. “But right now I think we’d better get some sleep.”
    Most of them were tired, and they rolled up in their blankets. Sarah brought out the one extra blanket they carried and said, “Here, Princess, you can wrap up in this for the night.”
    â€œThe daughters of Fedor do not need such things,” Merle said. Nevertheless she took the blanket and felt it curiously. “What’s it made out of?”
    â€œIt’s wool,” Sarah said. “Do you have sheep here?”
    â€œWhat is sheep?”
    Merle listened with apparent interest while Sarah explained the process of extracting wool and making garments from it. Then she said, “No, we wear animal hides like this.” She touched her skirt, which was made of very soft, fine leather.
    â€œWool is much warmer,” Abbey said. “More comfortable too, I’d think.”
    â€œOur women do not seek comfort but glory.”
    It was a strange statement, and for a moment there was silence. All of the Sleepers had heard the remark, but there was no comment. Finally Sarah said, “Well, you can have the glory. I’ll take a nice warm blanket. Good night.”
    â€œGood night,” Princess Merle said. She sat with her back against the cave wall, facing the fire and holding the blanket.
    Her eyes were half hooded as she stared into the dying blaze, and Josh, watching her, thought,
What a strange girl!
    The next morning they ate a quick breakfast. Afterward, Merle seemed interested mostly in Abbey, who insisted on putting on a little makeup. It amused the red-haired girl, and she said, “Why do you do that?”
    â€œThat’s a good question.” Dave grinned. “I’d like to hear the answer to that myself.”
    â€œI can tell you,” Jake said. “To make herself attractive to the guys.”
    â€œWhat is a ‘guy’?”
    â€œOh, I mean men. That’s what lipstick and powder and all that stuff is for.”
    â€œIt’s just to make you look better!” Abbey insisted, though she flushed. “Would you like to try some, Princess?”
    Princess Merle stared at her with amusement in her eyes. “I do not think so. Our women do not care to make themselves attractive to men.”
    â€œThen they’re different from any women I ever heard of,” Dave said. He got to his feet and stretched, touching the