and… Hanna choked, her face in the dirt again because she wished to reach for Sunrise and draw back all at once and was helpless and… In the stunning surge of longing and desire Sunrise took her shoulders and turned her without effort. The pressure of the thousand million voices was gone. Sunrise regarded her with eyes hidden behind the membrane that kept out the sun and said very intimately: Thou art not truly my strength. Sunrise’s headfeathers were intricately groomed and her face was decorated with stylized flowers. A flame-shape, symbol of her office, hung from a chain round her neck. Hanna shook her head numbly, over and over. She spoke, and so did Leader. I live. I live and love thee and— I killed him. I killed him as he cried out for thee and for the little one who swims so swiftly— I live— He is dead, I his murderer— Sunrise’s face was a nightmare mask, vaguely reptilian, so cruel as to acknowledge no conscience Hanna could recognize; but it wore the hearthkeeper’s dignity.
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