He wanted the Wanderers and himself to have a nice friendly distance between them. A thousand kilometres would have seemed about right. And then they were out from under the trees, running across what seemed like grazing land, and as they did this he did not think about anything much except the lions he had seen earlier in the day. He had seen them on pasture which looked very like the area they were moving through. So Mike stopped thinking about bloodthirsty Wanderers and started thinking about bloodthirsty lions and all the stories he had read in the newspapers and seen on the television news about people being pulled out of cars in lion parks. And devoured. So it was not until Katrin dropped to the ground just below the crest of a small hill, scanning the surrounding countryside as she did so, and Mike dropped beside her, panting too much for someone who was hoping to make the football team next season, that he started to think about the law, and what view the law might take about people who shot arrows into other people.
