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mulefa had no single word for dream. They dreamed vividly, though, and took their dreams very seriously.
You don't like night pictures, Atal said.
Yes, I do. But I didn't believe them until now. I saw the boy and the girl so clearly, and a voice told me to preparemulefa called their leaders. She saw that Atal was looking intensely interested.
How could she be old and also not old? said Atal.
It is a make-like, said Mary.
Atal swung her trunk, reassured.
Mary went on as best she could: She told me that I should expect the children, and when they would appear, and where. But not why. I must just look after them.
They are hurt and tired, said Atal. Will they stop the sraf leaving? for them.What sort of voice? How did it speak if you couldn't see it?It was hard for Atal to imagine speech without the trunk movements that clarified and defined it. She'd stopped in the middle of a row of beans and faced Mary with fascinated curiosity.Well, I did see it, said Mary. It was a woman, or a female wise one, like us, like my people. But very old and yet not old at all.Wise one was what the