1
The old shaman paused, and looked directly at the young man.
2
It seemed like the old shaman didn't know when to stop!
3
She picked up the warm furs and tucked them around the old shaman.
4
There was something comforting about watching her treat the old shaman.
5
When he saw Ayla crying, he was sure she had told the old shaman.
6
The old shaman strained, his body shaking with the effort.
7
The tall young man walked toward the tall old shaman.
8
Suffice it to say that I have never been misled by the old shaman.
9
It was all the old shaman could do to keep from cackling in delight.
10
Jondalar stood up and looked at the ancient, inscrutable face of the old shaman.
11
Jondalar smiled and nodded, but he wasn't sure he understood what the old shaman meant.
12
Ayla blinked, knowing the old shaman had not changed.
13
The old shaman assented, bobbing his head in approval.
14
The old shaman continued with a grimace.
15
The old shaman picked up the drawing knife, and paused for a moment with his eyes closed.
16
The old shaman was the only person who might be able to explain the nightmare of the Silvertrout.
