““Do you think she’s dead?” Vui whispered. “I heard her crying. All night.” They both lay listening. “That one named her,” Vui whispered very low. “So she can follow us.” “She will.” The little sister, Mal, was awake, listening. Modh put her arm around her and whispered, “Go back to sleep.” Near them, Bidh suddenly sat up, scratching his head. The girls stared wide-eyed at him. “Well, Daughters of Tullu,” he said in their language, spoken the way the Allulu spoke it, “you’re Dirt people now.” Th...ey stared and said nothing. “You’re going to live in heaven on earth,” he said. “A lot of food. Big, rich huts to live in. And you don’t have to carry your house around on your back across the world! You’ll see. Are you virgins?” After a while they nodded. “Stay that way if you can,” he said. “Then you can marry gods. Big, rich husbands! These men are gods. But they can only marry Dirt women. So look after your little cherrystones, keep them from Dirt boys and men like me, and then you can be a god’s wife and live in a golden hut.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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