You shake your head and stand your ground. The blue-furred Raka glares at you and strides from the agon. He returns a few moments later with two other Rakas, each holding ropes and a net.

"I won't be taken captive like some animal!" you shout.

A Raka tries to rope you, but you duck out of reach. They draw closer. Like a football quarter- back, you spin and dart past them.

"Kela! Zaark!" the Rakas yell, but you're al- ready out of the agon, running across the dimly lit land.

Helped by the light gravity, you quickly reach a grove of cluster-leaf trees, and you keep running, on and on. At last you reach the open coun- tryside. In the soft reddish gray twilight you see the Great River just ahead. You stop to rest beside its waters.

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