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We
have
stolen
manuscripts
.
This
is
a
great
offense
.
Manuscripts
are
precious
,
for
our
brothers
in
the
Home
of
the
Clerks
spend
one
year
to
copy
one
single
script
in
their
clear
handwriting
.
Manuscripts
are
rare
and
they
are
kept
in
the
Home
of
the
Scholars
.
So
we
sit
under
the
earth
and
we
read
the
stolen
scripts
.
Two
years
have
passed
since
we
found
this
place
.
And
in
these
two
years
we
have
learned
more
than
we
had
learned
in
the
ten
years
of
the
Home
of
the
Students
.
We
have
learned
things
which
are
not
in
the
scripts
.
We
have
solved
secrets
of
which
the
Scholars
have
no
knowledge
.
We
have
come
to
see
how
great
is
the
unexplored
,
and
many
lifetimes
will
not
bring
us
to
the
end
of
our
quest
.
But
we
wish
no
end
to
our
quest
.
We
wish
nothing
,
save
to
be
alone
and
to
learn
,
and
to
feel
as
if
with
each
day
our
sight
were
growing
sharper
than
the
hawk
’
s
and
clearer
than
rock
crystal
.
Strange
are
the
ways
of
evil
.
We
are
false
in
the
faces
of
our
brothers
.
We
are
defying
the
will
of
our
Councils
.
We
alone
,
of
the
thousands
who
walk
this
earth
,
we
alone
in
this
hour
are
doing
a
work
which
has
no
purpose
save
that
we
wish
to
do
it
.
The
evil
of
our
crime
is
not
for
the
human
mind
to
probe
.
The
nature
of
our
punishment
,
if
it
be
discovered
,
is
not
for
the
human
heart
to
ponder
.
Never
,
not
in
the
memory
of
the
Ancient
Ones
’
Ancients
,
never
have
men
done
that
which
we
are
doing
.
And
yet
there
is
no
shame
in
us
and
no
regret
.
We
say
to
ourselves
that
we
are
a
wretch
and
a
traitor
But
we
feel
no
burden
upon
our
spirit
and
no
fear
in
our
heart
.
And
it
seems
to
us
that
our
spirit
is
clear
as
a
lake
troubled
by
no
eyes
save
those
of
the
sun
.
And
in
our
heart
—
strange
are
the
ways
of
evil
!
—
in
our
heart
there
is
the
first
peace
we
have
known
in
twenty
years
.
Liberty
5
-
3000
.
.
.
Liberty
five
-
three
thousand
.
.
.
Liberty
5
-
3000
.
.
.
.
We
wish
to
write
this
name
.
We
wish
to
speak
it
,
but
we
dare
not
speak
it
above
a
whisper
.
For
men
are
forbidden
to
take
notice
of
women
,
and
women
are
forbidden
to
take
notice
of
men
.
But
we
think
of
one
among
women
,
they
whose
name
is
Liberty
5
-
3000
,
and
we
think
of
no
others
.
The
women
who
have
been
assigned
to
work
the
soil
live
in
the
Homes
of
the
Peasants
beyond
the
City
.
Where
the
City
ends
there
is
a
great
road
winding
off
to
the
north
,
and
we
Street
Sweepers
must
keep
this
road
clean
to
the
first
milepost
.
There
is
a
hedge
along
the
road
,
and
beyond
the
hedge
lie
the
fields
.
The
fields
are
black
and
ploughed
,
and
they
lie
like
a
great
fan
before
us
,
with
their
furrows
gathered
in
some
hand
beyond
the
sky
,
spreading
forth
from
that
hand
,
opening
wide
apart
as
they
come
toward
us
,
like
black
pleats
that
sparkle
with
thin
,
green
spangles
.
Women
work
in
the
fields
,
and
their
white
tunics
in
the
wind
are
like
the
wings
of
sea
-
gulls
beating
over
the
black
soil
.
And
there
it
was
that
we
saw
Liberty
5
-
3000
walking
along
the
furrows
.
Their
body
was
straight
and
thin
as
a
blade
of
iron
.
Their
eyes
were
dark
and
hard
and
glowing
,
with
no
fear
in
them
,
no
kindness
and
no
guilt
.
Their
hair
was
golden
as
the
sun
;
their
hair
flew
in
the
wind
,
shining
and
wild
,
as
if
it
defied
men
to
restrain
it
.
They
threw
seeds
from
their
hand
as
if
they
deigned
to
fling
a
scornful
gift
,
and
the
earth
was
a
beggar
under
their
feet
.
We
stood
still
;
for
the
first
time
did
we
know
fear
,
and
then
pain
.
And
we
stood
still
that
we
might
not
spill
this
pain
more
precious
than
pleasure
.
