Andrea Confined
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 11178
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Andrea argued fiercely, of course. "What is this Lost Grove to me? You
have never
explained to me why we have to go there. All my life I've been doing what
others told me to do.
Now I want to be free." "But none of us can ever truly be free, Andrea,
for we are bound by
our consciences if by nothing else. At least, that is the case whilst we
remain human. But on a more practical level, if you are to roam freely
as a wolfwoman, you will be putting my own life at risk. Do you really
want to do that?
"If my own safety does not concern you, then how about your own? You might run into that giant again. As a wolfwoman, you have great recuperative powers, but if he should tear your head from your body I doubt if even they will suffice to heal you. Finally, if you run free, when you revert to human form how will you find your clothes? The cold would kill an ordinary naked human before long. It might not kill you, but at best it would be highly unpleasant." Andrea sighed. Much though she wanted to, she couldn't deny the force of Jarlath's arguments, especially since her own magical ability was not available to her when she was in wolfwoman form and in any case seemed to have deserted her altogether of late. "Very well," she said. "You win." "No, we win," Jarlath retorted. So a couple of hours later, Andrea was locked in a wrought iron cage, standing about ten feet square and eight feet high. The bars were rusty, but they were strong, designed as they were to confine giants. There was a pile of clean straw in one corner for a bed, and a bowl of water on the floor, with a thin layer of ice already forming on its surface. She would have to go hungry overnight, for there was no meat to be had. She was naked, since when she changed she would rip off whatever clothes she was wearing, and might damage what were already mostly rags beyond Jarlath's capacity to repair. She shivered with the cold, though she had only been naked for five minutes and would only be so for another five before the moon rose. The area of fur about her loins [8319] was still there, but it did not seem to have grown any further since her second dream about the Lost Grove. (Though Jarlath had never said so, she assumed that the grove he was searching for must be the same as the one in her dreams.) She did not know what, if anything, that apparent stability of the patch of fur signified.
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