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not have cords of strength enough to draw such bows.тАЭ
тАЬAnd we do not have leather,тАЭ added another.
тАЬWe could kill tharlarion,тАЭ said Ho-Hak, тАЬand obtain leather. And perhaps
the teeth of the marsh shark might be fashioned in such a way as to tip
arrows.тАЭ
тАЬThere is no Ka-la-na, no cord, no arrowwood,тАЭ said another.
тАЬWe might trade for such things,тАЭ said Ho-Hak. тАЬThere are peasants who
live along the edges of the delta, particularly to the east.тАЭ
The man with the headband, he who had not been able to bend the bow,
laughed. тАЬYou, Ho-Hak,тАЭ said he, тАЬwere not born to rence.тАЭ
тАЬNo,тАЭ said Ho-Hak. тАЬThat is true.тАЭ
тАЬBut we were,тАЭ said the man. тАЬWe are Growers of the Rence.тАЭ
There was a murmur of assent, grunts and shiftings in the group.
тАЬWe are not Peasants,тАЭ said the man with the headband. тАЬWe are Growers
of the Rence!тАЭ
There was an angry cry of confirmation from the group, mutterings, shots
of agreement. Ho-Hak once again sat down on the curved shell of the great Vosk
sorp,
that shell that served him as a throne in this domain, an island of rence in
the
delta of the Vosk.
тАЬWhat is to be done with me?тАЭ I asked.
тАЬTorture him for festival,тАЭ suggested the fellow with the headband of
pearls of the Vosk sorp.
Ho-Hak ears lay flat against the side of his head. He looked evenly at the
fellow. тАЬWe are not of Port Kar,тАЭ said he.
The man with the headband shrugged, looking about. He saw that his
suggestion had not met with much enthusiasm. This, naturally, did not
displease
the line of the blood mark.тАЭ
me. He shrugged again, and looked down at the woven surface of the island.
тАЬSo,тАЭ I asked, тАЬwhat is to be my fate?тАЭ
тАЬWe did not ask you here,тАЭ said Ho-Hak. тАЬWe did not invite you to cross
тАЬReturn to me my belongings,тАЭ I said, тАЬand I shall be on my way and
trouble you no longer.тАЭ
Ho-hak smiled.
The girl beside me laughed, and so, too, did the man with the headband,
he who had not been able to bend the bow. Several of the others laughed as
well.
тАЬOf custom,тАЭ said Ho-Hak, тАЬwe give those we capture who are of Port Kar
a choice.тАЭ
тАЬWhat is the choice?тАЭ I asked.
тАЬYou will be thrown bound to the marsh tharlarion, of course,тАЭ said Ho-
Hak.
I paled.
тАЬThe choice,тАЭ said HoтАЩHak, тАЬis simple.тАЭ He regarded me. тАЬEither you will be
thrown alive to the march tharlarion or, if you wish, we will kill you first.тАЭ
I struggled wildly against the marsh vine, futilely. The rence growers,
without emotion, watched me. I fought the vine for perhaps a full Ehn. Then I
stopped. The vine was tight. I knew I had been perfectly secured. I was