"
Si'Wren considered this, as she regarded Habrunt, and nodded that she
understood.
Then L'acoci added, still whispering so faintly that it was as if
Si'Wren's own inner consciousness had formed the words, "Si'Wren, far
from the demons driving Habrunt mad, he drives them mad. They hate him
for his righteousness and goodness."
Then L'acoci was turning away, and Si'Wren realized that the
conversation was over, and rejoiced that she had learned this new thing
about demons. Now, they could no longer deceive her as before. She
would never again fear the full moon, but only be on guard, in prayer,
against the evil demons.
Sometime around midnight, Habrunt began to grow delirious from the
fever, and she fell into a kind of stupor, sitting on a woven mat and
leaning against his sleeping rack with her head leaning close to his,
while the bare skin of her face and exposed extremities basked in the
fireside glow.
Habrunt began to moan in his sleep from his intense sufferings, and
Si'Wren began to hum a melody, so low and muted as to be inaudible to
all but herself and Habrunt, and after a short time he stopped his
pitiable lamentations for a little while.
In an exhausted somnambulance, Si'Wren lapsed into her slumbers as
well, until his groanings woke her once more.
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