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“
Speak
these
words
again
,
”
they
whispered
.
“
Which
words
?
”
we
asked
.
But
they
did
not
answer
,
and
we
knew
it
.
“
Our
dearest
one
,
”
we
whispered
.
Never
have
men
said
this
to
women
The
head
of
the
Golden
One
bowed
slowly
,
and
they
stood
still
before
us
,
their
arms
at
their
sides
,
the
palms
of
their
hands
turned
to
us
,
as
if
their
body
were
delivered
in
submission
to
our
eyes
.
And
we
could
not
speak
.
Then
they
raised
their
head
,
and
they
spoke
simply
and
gently
,
as
if
they
wished
us
to
forget
some
anxiety
of
their
own
.
“
The
day
is
hot
,
”
they
said
,
“
and
you
have
worked
for
many
hours
and
you
must
be
weary
.
”
“
No
,
”
we
answered
.
“
It
is
cooler
in
the
fields
,
”
they
said
,
“
and
there
is
water
to
drink
.
Are
you
thirsty
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
we
answered
,
“
but
we
cannot
cross
the
hedge
.
”
