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And
we
sighed
,
as
if
a
burden
had
been
taken
from
us
,
for
we
had
been
thinking
without
reason
of
the
Palace
of
Mating
.
And
we
thought
that
we
would
not
let
the
Golden
One
be
sent
to
the
Palace
.
How
to
prevent
it
,
how
to
bar
the
will
of
the
Councils
,
we
knew
not
,
but
we
knew
suddenly
that
we
would
.
Only
we
do
not
know
why
such
thought
came
to
us
,
for
these
ugly
matters
bear
no
relation
to
us
and
the
Golden
One
.
What
relation
can
they
bear
?
Still
,
without
reason
,
as
we
stood
there
by
the
hedge
,
we
felt
our
lips
drawn
tight
with
hatred
,
a
sudden
hatred
for
all
our
brother
men
.
And
the
Golden
One
saw
it
and
smiled
slowly
,
and
there
was
in
their
smile
the
first
sadness
we
had
seen
in
them
.
We
think
that
in
the
wisdom
of
women
the
Golden
One
had
understood
more
than
we
can
understand
.
Then
three
of
the
sisters
in
the
field
appeared
,
coming
toward
the
road
,
so
the
Golden
One
walked
away
from
us
.
They
took
the
bag
of
seeds
,
and
they
threw
the
seeds
into
the
furrows
of
earth
as
they
walked
away
.
But
the
seeds
flew
wildly
,
for
the
hand
of
the
Golden
One
was
trembling
.
Yet
as
we
walked
back
to
the
Home
of
the
Street
Sweepers
,
we
felt
that
we
wanted
to
sing
,
without
reason
.
So
we
were
reprimanded
tonight
,
in
the
dining
hall
,
for
without
knowing
it
we
had
begun
to
sing
aloud
some
tune
we
had
never
heard
.
But
it
is
not
proper
to
sing
without
reason
,
save
at
the
Social
Meetings
.
“
We
are
singing
because
we
are
happy
,
”
we
answered
the
one
of
the
Home
Council
who
reprimanded
us
.
“
Indeed
you
are
happy
,
”
they
answered
.
“
How
else
can
men
be
when
they
live
for
their
brothers
?
”
And
now
,
sitting
here
in
our
tunnel
,
we
wonder
about
these
words
.
It
is
forbidden
,
not
to
be
happy
.
For
,
as
it
has
been
explained
to
us
,
men
are
free
and
the
earth
belongs
to
them
;
and
all
things
on
earth
belong
to
all
men
;
and
the
will
of
all
men
together
is
good
for
all
;
and
so
all
men
must
be
happy
.
Yet
as
we
stand
at
night
in
the
great
hall
,
removing
our
garments
for
sleep
,
we
look
upon
our
brothers
and
we
wonder
.
The
heads
of
our
brothers
are
bowed
.
The
eyes
of
our
brothers
are
dull
,
and
never
do
they
look
one
another
in
the
eyes
.
The
shoulders
of
our
brothers
are
hunched
,
and
their
muscles
are
drawn
,
as
if
their
bodies
were
shrinking
and
wished
to
shrink
out
of
sight
.
And
a
word
steals
into
our
mind
,
as
we
look
upon
our
brothers
,
and
that
word
is
fear
.
