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"I told you," Willow said, taking her back. "She's really sick."
"Is she going to die?" Meegosh asked. "No." Willow cleaned the child with moss and sweet water. "She's just hot and tired and upset by all of this. She'll be fine when she gets some proper rest and food." But instead of stopping for rest, the group keeps travelling through the rest of the day and all through the night. As in the other versions, they hear Death Dogs howling in the darkness, but there's no singing. |
| Junior Novelization Excerpt |
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"She's not sick," Burglekutt said impatiently. "Let me see--" He took the baby out of
Willow's pack. The baby threw up on him.
Meegosh pressed his hands to his head. "Oh no!" he cried. "Is she going to die?" "She'll be fine if she gets some rest." WIllow took the baby back from Burglekutt. This time there were no arguments. The Nelwyns camped for the night. They roasted a fish, sitting close together on a log by the fire because of the chill in the air. Meegosh played his flute while Willow wiped the baby's feverish face and sang her a lullaby. He held her close, stroking her downy hair, and whispered, "You're feeling better, aren't you?" The distant howl of something that might have been a wolf - or a Death Dog - made them all look up suddenly. They huddled closer together on the log, closer to the fire, feeling the darkness grow around them. |