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.
留言列表
