Mm, nice little spiders...
Spider had no prayers, but he had rocks, and he could throw them. Perhaps he might lucky, and a rock might do some damage in the darkness. Spider knew it would be a miracle if it did, but he had spent his entire life relying on miracles.
He reached for another rock.
Something brushed the back of his hand.
Hello, said the little clay spider, in his mind.
Hi, thought Spider. Look, I'm a bit busy here, trying not to be eaten, so if you don't mind keeping out of the way for a while....
But I brought them, thought the spider. Like you asked.
Like I asked?
You told me to go for help. I brought them back with me. They followed my web strand. There are no spiders in this creation, so I slipped back and webbed from there to here and from here to there again. I brought the warriors. I brought the brave.
He reached for another rock.
Something brushed the back of his hand.
Hello, said the little clay spider, in his mind.
Hi, thought Spider. Look, I'm a bit busy here, trying not to be eaten, so if you don't mind keeping out of the way for a while....
But I brought them, thought the spider. Like you asked.
Like I asked?
You told me to go for help. I brought them back with me. They followed my web strand. There are no spiders in this creation, so I slipped back and webbed from there to here and from here to there again. I brought the warriors. I brought the brave.