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Sakhmet. It was not so odd a name to him. He wondered what it meant. If her people, whoever and wherever they were, could ever tell him.

There is a sense of uneasy relief within the girl. Even a blockhead like Kigipigak could sense it. The way she seemed to relax, though not entirely, and watch him, and even the manner of her question made him see her differently.

He wanted to be his boastful self. After the horror of his discovery Kigipigak thought better of the truth, choosing not to share his tale of patricide.

I left home. My mother bade me do it, as I had proven myself a man. It wasn't a lie. Kigipigak wondered about the girl in turn, but his mind was soon filled with memories of his village and his mother, which distracted him. It was better to let her offer details when she was comfortable.