“The armadillo people are from a time before the Comanche,” Worm said. “They were here when we were not. They are so old that they have learned to grow shells, and yet they are not slow, like turtles.” Worm paused. He was studying the paw of one of the armadillos he had killed. “If we could learn to grow shells we would be safe in battle,” he said. “If I eat enough of these armadillos maybe I will grow a shell.”
