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The
hawk
hopped
toward
her
,
uncertainly
,
and
then
it
was
no
longer
a
hawk
,
but
a
young
man
.
He
looked
at
her
,
and
then
looked
down
at
the
grass
.
"
You
?
"
he
said
.
His
glance
went
everywhere
,
to
the
grass
,
to
the
sky
,
to
the
bushes
.
Not
to
her
.
"
Me
,
"
she
said
.
"
What
about
me
?
"
"
You
.
"
He
stopped
.
He
seemed
to
be
trying
to
muster
his
thoughts
;
strange
expressions
flitted
and
swam
across
his
face
.
He
spent
too
long
a
bird
,
she
thought
.
He
has
forgotten
how
to
be
a
man
.
She
waited
patiently
.
Eventually
,
he
said
,
"
Will
you
come
with
me
?
"
"
Maybe
.
Where
do
you
want
me
to
go
?
"
"
The
man
on
the
tree
.
He
needs
you
.
A
ghost
hurt
,
in
his
side
.
The
blood
came
,
then
it
stopped
.
I
think
he
is
dead
.
"
"
There
’
s
a
war
on
.
I
can
’
t
just
go
running
away
.
"
The
naked
man
said
nothing
,
just
moved
from
one
foot
to
another
as
if
he
were
uncertain
of
his
weight
,
as
if
he
were
used
to
resting
on
the
air
or
on
a
swaying
branch
,
not
on
the
solid
and
unchanging
earth
.
Then
he
said
,
"
If
he
is
gone
forever
,
it
is
all
over
.
"
"
But
the
battle
—
"
"
If
he
is
lost
,
it
will
not
matter
who
wins
.
"
He
looked
like
he
needed
a
blanket
,
and
a
cup
of
sweet
coffee
,
and
someone
to
take
him
somewhere
he
could
shiver
and
babble
until
he
got
his
mind
back
.
He
held
his
arms
stiffly
against
his
sides
.
