Evenor’s wife demanded. “We were never meant to harm this animal or the wild girl.” Her hands tightened on her children’s shoulders. Little Daphne broke from her mother’s grasp and ran over to put her arms around Atalanta, which brought her close to the bear’s claws. There were mutterings in the crowd. Evenor started toward them, but his wife held him back. “Don’t worry, Evenor. The bear won’t harm Daphne. Can’t you see—the wild girl won’t let him.” “That bear broke my spear,” Goryx complained. “He’s nobody’s tame pet.” One or two of the men grunted their agreement. “You broke his skin first,” Atalanta retorted, turning to glare at him. Now little Daphne was astride the bear’s humped neck and he turned his head slowly to look at her, though he was still bound by the net. Evenor started forward again as the bear’s tongue lolled out and gave Daphne’s leg a big swipe. “He tickles!” the child called out. “Do it again, bear.” She kicked his shoulders with her bare heels, and the bear licked her a second time.
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