came as a revelation, something long hidden and suddenly revealed, a truth once seen never forgotten. It is this—we live between the thumbs of Efeneleiaa, the Spirit of Life."
"My mind grows numb! What nonsense are you speaking?"
"Truth. When we recognize the existence of Efeneleiaa we accept life and reject death. The eistaa does not control us then since we are a part of Efeneleiaa as Efeneleiaa is a part of us."
"Enough!" Ambalasei roared. "Abandon heady theorizing for more pedestrian activities. Each day your Daughters work less and less and the city suffers for it. What do you intend to do about this?"
"I intend to explore deeply in Ugunenapsa's Eight Principles, because you, great Ambalasei, have shown me that the answers to our problems lie there."
"Do they? I hope so. But you had better explore quickly, as well as deeply, because even my well-known patience has its limitations. Without me this city dies. And I grow weary of your endless differences.
Solve them."
"We shall. Give us but a bit more of that patience for which you are so well known."
Ambalasei closed her eyes as Enge finished speaking, did not see the motions of the modifiers that indicated what was well known about her patience. Enge moved slowly away, seeking the solitude she needed to explore the insight revealed to her. Yet when she reached the shadow-dappled walkway under the trees she was confronted by she whom she wished least to see at this moment. But that was an ungracious thought and a selfish one. If this daughter was disputatious it was only because she was a seeker after truth.
"I greet you, Far<, and ask why you express desire to speak in my presence?"
Far< had become even thinner of late; her ribs projected in rounded rows. She ate little, thought much.
Now she wound her thumbs together in a knot of suppressed emotion. She had difficulty in expressing herself and her large eyes grew even larger with the effort.
"I struggle… with your words, and my thoughts, and Ugunenapsa's teaching. And I find them in conflict.
I seek guidance, instruction.
"And you shall have it. What disturbs you?"
"It is your orders for us to obey Ambalasei as though she were our eistaa. Now we do this, although we have rejected the rule of the eistaa when we accepted Ugunenapsa's principles."
"You forget we agreed to do this only until the city was grown and complete. Because without a city we cannot exist and any other action would be against life."
"Yes—but look, the city is grown. It appears to be complete, and if this is so then the time of servitude is at an end. I, and many whom I have talked to, feel that we cannot proceed in this manner…"
Enge's raised palms stopped her; a command that demanded instant obedience. "Do not speak of this now.
Soon, very very soon, I will reveal to you all of what has been revealed to me today. The secret to our continued existence is there in Ugunenapsa's Eight Principles. If we look carefully it will be found."
"I have looked, Enge, and have not found it."
Was there a slight modifier of rejection, even contempt, in her speech? Enge decided to ignore it. This was no time for a confrontation.
"You will work for the city, under Ambalasei's instruction, as will I and every one of our sisters. Our problems will be resolved, very very soon. You may go."
Enge looked at the thin, receding back, and not for the first time felt the burden of her beliefs and realized the freedoms of an eistaa. Who would have ended this problem simply by ordering the death of this one.
Still very much alive Far< walked away under the trees.
Also under the trees, on the distant shores of Entoban* across the sea, Vaintè walked at a plodding pace.
Stopping often, her tracks in the mud wandering as haphazardly as her thoughts.
Sometimes, when she first awoke, she saw clearly what was happening to her. Abandoned, rejected, lost here on this inhospitable shore. At first her anger had sustained her and she had hurled threats after
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