They ran along together, heading, for the moment, in the same direction. Wyatt's voice came in bursts, broken by the slap of the grass as it cut at their faces and hands, threatened to tangle them up and take them down.

"I don't know why! He ain't 'sposed to be. But I'm sure--"

Was he sure? It had only be a moment there, against the bright early light of the day, amongst the uncertainty and confusion of a new arena; and much as he might want to deny it, a part of him, some small selfish part, had been dreading facing another arena alone.

He glanced over his shoulder, but it was all grass and bodies and the screams and the wild drumming of his own heart.

"I saw him. Did you?"