"Are there any more of them?" Alice asked McFeen when he came back from two hold. "Yes." Alice's mouth opened in a soundless O. Her hand went to her breast. After a moment she picked up the comb and began pulling it again through her brittle hair. "How many more?" she asked. "I didn't count them. Hyra are hard to count. Quite a lot." The comb caught on a tangle. Alice put it down unsteadily. "I wish we'd never brought them," she said abruptly. "I wish we'd never started on this trip. I hate thos