"I'm going?" Malcolm asked nervously. "Yep." "But I don't know anything about hunting bears." "We aren't hunting a bear," Raithe said. "You just heard her." "Then why am I terrified?" "Because it will be dark by the time we get out there, because I'm going, and because the gods are infatuated with me this month." "Tell me again why I'm going." Raithe ran toward the gate. "It's your reward for hitting people with rocks."