_Relentlessly, a narrative as old as time drives forward to a climax as old as man--and points a finger as grim as Death._ In the purely cerebral sense, there was no particular point-of-sequence at which Gral could have been said to Know. The very causality of his existence was a succession of brute obedience to brute awareness, for it was only thus that one survived. There was the _danger-sense_ on those days when the great-toothed cats roamed the valley, and the males-who-will-bring remained huddled and sullen in the caves above the great ledge; there was the _hunger-sense_ when provender was low, and Gor-wah drove them out with grunts and gibes to hunt the wild-dogs and lizards and lesse…
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