But now Johnathan had seen evidence of intelligence. True, it was all at a primitive level, and only the doorways gave any sign of toolwork—but it was a pattern, and that was what counted.
He knelt in the shadows of the corridor and watched the events that transpired in the stoney city, Tyla’s injuries momentarily forgotten in the glow of his discovery. He watched stoneys walking back and forth within the cavern, coming into or going out of doorways, sometimes stopping beside one another in apparent conversation.
At last he remembered his mission. He’d come crawling down the tunnel to capture a stoney for Mistress deVrie so they could continue with the Scavenger Hunt. But these were no longer animals, they were people. Did he have any right to kill one of them and cut out its heart? On t
