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She was still sitting there at work when a small figure appeared
down below, trotting about between the rocks and obviously looking
for someone.
тАЬBother тАФ тАЭ said the Empress, and the Cat тАФ for sound travelled
well on the dry air тАФ pricked her ears and came hurrying up the
slope. Perched on top of a boulder, she observed what the Empress
was doing with the strong thread and her tail twitched against the
rock in exasperation.
тАЬI might have known you were up to no good,тАЭ she said. тАЬI might
have known you werenтАЩt coming to your senses.тАЭ
 The Cat did not speak in the ordinary sense but the Empress
understood her perfectly. тАЬIt has to be done,тАЭ she answered, testing
her knots. тАЬI have thought about it seriously and there is no other
way of being secure.тАЭ
The CatтАЩs tail beat a tattoo. тАЬIt is self-destructive. It is wicked. It
is wicked enough to destroy Emp, but how long do you think you
will last without him? Dislike him as you may at least he is
incident . YouтАЩll die of boredom, and it will be suicide.тАЭ
тАЬI know it is wicked, Divine Endurance,тАЭ said the Empress
patiently. тАЬAnd it upsets me very much. But there is an overriding
imperative here.тАЭ
She tugged at the snare once more, nodded in satisfaction and
struggled to her feet. тАЬYou wonтАЩt tell Emp though, will you?тАЭ
The Cat just glared angrily and refused to reply. But she would
not tell. It would go completely against her nature. She would
probably be here hiding behind a rock on the fatal morning,
watching fascinated to see what would happen. The Empress
stepped off down the path, holding up the front of her gown so she
would not trip on the unravelled hem. The Cat stayed behind. She
went and patted the trap with her paw; the thread was quite
invisible against the dusty rock, and very strong. After examining it
thoroughly she stalked away, in the opposite direction from the
Empress and with her tail still waving angrily.



Divine Endurance


PART ONE
My stone doesnтАЩt belong to me
It belongs to the government
Or God.
But I know that nobody
 Cared for it before
Me, the one who found it .
Bettina Pfoestech


My name is Divine Endurance. I am feminine. I am twenty-five