“... “Yes, the talisman saved me from everything,” he spoke again, “from fire, from poison, from the beast; I didn’t save you from one thing... – From what? – she asked. He did not answer, and she understood: “From you.” Both were wrapped in animal skins: he in red, lion skin, with a mouth on his head instead of a helmet; she is gray-haired, wolf-haired, with a horse helmet. Both have hunting spears in their hands, bows and quivers on their backs. It was difficult to find out who was a man and who was a woman. Taking the lion’s mouth off his head, he raised his hand to his neck. “Does it hurt?” – she asked. “Not really.” What kind of wound is this - a scratch! As a shepherd in Khalihalbat, he went after lions with one club. Once the whelping lioness lifted up; The claw marks are still on my back. Well, yes, I was stronger then, younger..."