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knelt, becoming more and more sensitive to our position, absorbing more and more deeply into our very beings and bellies its nature.
    We knelt, chained, unclothed, fastened together by the neck, in a primitive corridor, heavy doors to the sides, doors to damp, straw-strewn cells or kennels, from which we had been removed. We knelt, forbidden to look up, forbidden to speak.
    We waited.
    Obviously we were not important.
    We waited, neglected.
    That we could be kept in this way, and as long as others wished, became clear to us.
    Who were these men, that they could treat us in such fashion? What could we be to them? We had not even been permitted to look upon them. I was afraid to learn what they looked like, but I wanted to know. I did not think they were animals. I thought they were human. I wondered if they were fully human. Why did they not permit us to look upon them. Could they, for some reason or another, be so terrible to look upon? Who were they? Or what were they? They seemed men, to be sure, but they did not seem men in the sense, or in the ways, in which I had had grown accustomed to think of men. In some senses they seemed quite different. Who, or what, were they? I wanted to know, desperately. But, too, I was afraid to learn.
    We knelt there, learning our unimportance, understanding more and more clearly our vulnerability and helplessness, and experiencing sensations, unusual and troubling sensations, sensations which were very deep and profound.
    Then the men were amongst us again, and one stood quite close to me, a bit to the left, before me.
    He was perhaps a yard from me.
    The chain on my neck extended to the collar in front of me. I could feel its weight, and I could feel, at the back of the collar I wore, the weight of the chain there, leading back to the collar behind me.
    I could see the heavy bootlike sandals.
    He was to the left of the chain before me, almost at the shoulder of the preceding item on the chain.
    My head was down. I dared not look up.
    I began to tremble.
    But I held position as well as I could.
    He was close!
    In whose power were we? I heard voices before me, down the line, in order, approaching, and heard, shortly thereafter, one after the other, gasps, and soft cries.
    I kept my head down.
    I was terribly frightened, and terribly aware of the presence of the man before me.
    "You may lift your heads," I heard. "You may look upon us.”
    I lifted my head and gasped. I cried out, softly, an inarticulate, unrestrainable sound, one of incredible relief, even of joy, one consequent upon the release of incredible tension, one consequent upon the discharge of an almost unbearable emotion.
    He was human!
    He smiled and put his finger to his lips, a gesture that warned me that I was not to speak, a gesture with which I was familiar, from my own cultural background. I did not know if it were native to his as well.
    I heard the voices continuing behind me, and, down the line, more gasps, and cries.
    I looked up at the man near me. He was not now looking at me, but, rather, looking back, behind me, down the line.
    Perhaps I was not important enough to be looked at.
    But I looked at him, wildly. drinking in all that I could. He was strikingly handsome. It took my breath away, to look upon him. But this handsomeness, you must understand, was one of strong, powerful features. It was not the mild, pleasant configuration which in some localities, such as those with which I was more familiar, those more germane to my own antecedents, was often mistaken for that quality. There was a ruggedness in the features. He was handsome undoubtedly, even strikingly so, as I have indicated, but this was in a simple, direct, very masculine way. He had seemed kind. He had smiled, he had put his finger to his lips, warning me to silence. He was a large, strong, supple man. He had large hands.
    He had sturdy legs. The legs disturbed me, for they were strong, and, in the tunic, brief, coarse, and brown, much revealed. He wore