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Other piggies came forward, drawing shapes on the trunk and singing. They came away with clubs, with bowsand arrows, thinbladed knives, and thousands of strands of thin basketwood. Finally, when half the trunk wasdissipated, they all stepped back and sang together. The tree shivered and split into half a dozen long poles. Thetree was entirely used up. Human walked slowly forward and knelt by the poles, his hands gently resting on the nearest one. north face borealis backpack He tilted back his head and began to sing, a wordless melody that was the saddest sound that Miro had ever heard. Thesong went on and on, Human's voice alone; only gradually did Miro realize that the other piggies were looking athim, waiting for something. Finally Mandachuva came to him and spoke softly. "Please," he said. "It's only right that you should sing for thebrother." "I don't know how," said Miro, feeling helpless and afraid. cheap ralph lauren men "He gave his life," said Mandachuva, "to answer your question." To answer my question and then raise a thousand more, Miro said silently. But he walked forward, knelt besideHuman, curled his fingers around the same cold smooth pole that Human held, tilted back his head, and let hisvoice come out. At first weak and hesitant, unsure what melody to sing; but soon he understood the reason forthe tuneless song, felt the death of the tree under his hands, and his voice became loud and strong, makingagonizing disharmonies with Human's voice that mourned the death of the tree and thanked it for its sacrifice andpromised to use its death for the good of the tribe, for the good of the brothers and the wives and the children, sothat all would live and thrive and prosper. That was the meaning of the song, and the meaning of the death of thetree, and when the song was finally over Miro bent until his forehead touched the wood and he said the words ofextreme unction, the same words he had whispered over Libo's corpse on the hillside five years ago. Chapter Speaking HUMAN: Why don't any of the other humans ever come see us? MIRO: We're the only ones allowed to come through the gate. hackett jacket HUMAN: Why don't they just climb over the fence? MIRO: Haven't any of you ever touched the fence? (Human does not answer.) It's very painful to touch thefence. To pass over the fence would be like every part of your body hurting as bad as possible, all at once. HUMAN: That's stupid. Isn't there grass on both sides? Ouanda Quenhatta Figueira Mucumbi, Dialogue Transcripts, ::::: The sun was only an hour from the horizon when Mayor Bosquinha climbed the stairs to Bishop Peregrino'sprivate office in the Cathedral. Dom and Dona Cristaes were already there, looking grave.

What does that mean?" Ender asked. "That he left?" "You mean you haven't already figured it out?" asked Ouanda. "Whether you like it or not," said Ender, "the piggies want to speak to me and I will speak to them. I think itwill work out better if you help me understand what's going on. Or don't you understand it either?" He watched them struggle with their annoyance. And then, to Ender's relief, Miro made a decision. cheap ralph lauren shirts Instead ofanswering with hauteur, he spoke simply, mildly. "No. We don't understand it. We're still playing guessinggames with the piggies. They ask us questions, we ask them questions, and to the best of our ability neither theynor we have ever deliberately revealed a thing. We don't even ask them the questions whose answers we really want to know, for fear that they'll learn too much about us from our questions. the north face jackets on sale " Ouanda was not willing to go along with Miro's decision to cooperate. "We know more than you will in twentyyears," she said. "And you're crazy if you think you can duplicate what we know in a tenminute briefing in theforest." "I don't need to duplicate what you know," Ender said. "You don't think so?" asked Ouanda. "Because I have you with me. cheap north face jackets for kids " Ender smiled. Miro understood and took it as a compliment. He smiled back. "Here's what we know, and it isn't much. Leafeater probably isn't glad to see you. There's a schism between him and a piggy named Human.

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Ouanda began it, in a conversation with the piggies aboutreligion. It was not really her fault. It began with Mandachuva asking her, "How can you humans live withouttrees?" She understood the question, of course he was not speaking of woody plants, but of gods. "We have a God, too a man who died and yet still lived," she explained. Just one? Then where does he livenow? "No one knows." Then what good is he? How can you talk to him? "He dwells in our hearts. cheap moncler coats " They were baffled by this; Libo would later laugh and say, "You see? To them our sophisticated theologysounds like superstition. Dwells in our hearts indeed! What kind of religion is that, compared to one with godsyou can see and feel" "And climb and pick macios from, not to mention the fact that they cut some of them down to make their loghouse," said Ouanda. "Cut? Cut them down? Without stone or metal tools? No, Ouanda, they pray them down." But Ouanda was notamused by jokes about religion. At the piggies' request Ouanda later brought them a printout of the Gospel of St. John from the simplified Starkparaphrase of the Douai Bible. ralph lauren hoodies men But Miro had insisted on giving them, along with it, a printout of the Hive Queenand the Hegemon. "St. John says nothing about beings who live on other worlds," Miro pointed out. "But theSpeaker for the Dead explains buggers to humans and humans to buggers." Ouanda had been outraged at hisblasphemy. But not a year later they found the piggies lighting fires using pages of St. parajumper coats women John as kindling, while theHive Queen and the Hegemon was tenderly wrapped in leaves. It caused Ouanda a great deal of grief for a while, and Miro learned that it was wiser not to goad her about it. Now Human opened the printout to the last page. Miro noticed that from the moment he opened the book, allthe piggies quietly gathered around. The butterchurning dance ended. Human touched the last words of theprintout.

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His andLibo's. Playing God out here among the piggies. "I promised, didn't I, Leafeater?" "When when when?" "It'll take time. I have to find out whether he can be trusted." Leafeater looked baffled. Miro had tried to explain that not all humans knew each other, and some weren'tnice, but they never seemed to understand. hackett jacket
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