Gatreng took the first watch. He had been consulting his memory and finally figured out where they were: The Waste, where the great Wurms lived. He grimaced, remembering his first training mission as a hero. Gatry had led a party of colonists to the other side of the giant, deserted country, fighting off Wurms, robbers, and the occasional giant spider.
Suddenly, Zira woke up."Where am I?" she said groggily. "Out," replied Gatry, "and a good thing too." Paul opened his eyes, and instantly leapt to his feet. "Yes! We're out!" he exclaimed, dancing and waving his sword. He accidentally clipped Zira's fur. She squeaked, jumping two feet in the air. "Be careful with that thing! You could-" The rat stopped, frozen in terror. She had just noticed two glowing, orange eyes staring at them.
