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He
remembered
a
huge
room
,
rather
dark
;
and
there
were
big
wooden
things
with
strings
fastened
to
them
,
and
lots
of
women
standing
round
them
–
making
blankets
,
Linda
said
.
Linda
told
him
to
sit
in
the
corner
with
the
other
children
,
while
she
went
and
helped
the
women
.
He
played
with
the
little
boys
for
a
long
time
.
Suddenly
people
started
talking
very
loud
,
and
there
were
the
women
pushing
Linda
away
,
and
Linda
was
crying
.
She
went
to
the
door
and
he
ran
after
her
.
He
asked
her
why
they
were
angry
.
"
Because
I
broke
something
,
"
she
said
.
And
then
she
got
angry
too
.
"
How
should
I
know
how
to
do
their
beastly
weaving
?
"
she
said
.
"
Beastly
savages
.
"
He
asked
her
what
savages
were
.
When
they
got
back
to
their
house
,
Popé
was
waiting
at
the
door
,
and
he
came
in
with
them
.
He
had
a
big
gourd
full
of
stuff
that
looked
like
water
;
only
it
wasn
’
t
water
,
but
something
with
a
bad
smell
that
burnt
your
mouth
and
made
you
cough
.
Linda
drank
some
and
Popé
drank
some
,
and
then
Linda
laughed
a
lot
and
talked
very
loud
;
and
then
she
and
Popé
went
into
the
other
room
.
When
Popé
went
away
,
he
went
into
the
room
.
Linda
was
in
bed
and
so
fast
asleep
that
he
couldn
’
t
wake
her
.
Popé
used
to
come
often
.
He
said
the
stuff
in
the
gourd
was
called
mescal
;
but
Linda
said
it
ought
to
be
called
soma
;
only
it
made
you
feel
ill
afterwards
.
He
hated
Popé
.
He
hated
them
all
–
all
the
men
who
came
to
see
Linda
.
One
afternoon
,
when
he
had
been
playing
with
the
other
children
–
it
was
cold
,
he
remembered
,
and
there
was
snow
on
the
mountains
–
he
came
back
to
the
house
and
heard
angry
voices
in
the
bedroom
.
They
were
women
’
s
voices
,
and
they
said
words
he
didn
’
t
understand
,
but
he
knew
they
were
dreadful
words
.
Then
suddenly
,
crash
!
something
was
upset
;
he
heard
people
moving
about
quickly
,
and
there
was
another
crash
and
then
a
noise
like
hitting
a
mule
,
only
not
so
bony
;
then
Linda
screamed
.
"
Oh
,
don
’
t
,
don
’
t
,
don
’
t
!
"
she
said
.
He
ran
in
.
There
were
three
women
in
dark
blankets
.
Linda
was
on
the
bed
.
One
of
the
women
was
holding
her
wrists
.
Another
was
lying
across
her
legs
,
so
that
she
couldn
’
t
kick
.
The
third
was
hitting
her
with
a
whip
.
Once
,
twice
,
three
times
;
and
each
time
Linda
screamed
.
Crying
,
he
tugged
at
the
fringe
of
the
woman
’
s
blanket
.
"
Please
,
please
.
"
With
her
free
hand
she
held
him
away
.
The
whip
came
down
again
,
and
again
Linda
screamed
.
He
caught
hold
of
the
woman
’
s
enormous
brown
hand
between
his
own
and
bit
it
with
all
his
might
.
She
cried
out
,
wrenched
her
hand
free
,
and
gave
him
such
a
push
that
he
fell
down
.
While
he
was
lying
on
the
ground
she
hit
him
three
times
with
the
whip
.
It
hurt
more
than
anything
he
had
ever
felt
–
like
fire
.
The
whip
whistled
again
,
fell
.
But
this
time
it
was
Linda
who
screamed
.
"
But
why
did
they
want
to
hurt
you
,
Linda
?
’
’
he
asked
that
night
.
He
was
crying
,
because
the
red
marks
of
the
whip
on
his
back
still
hurt
so
terribly
.
But
he
was
also
crying
because
people
were
so
beastly
and
unfair
,
and
because
he
was
only
a
little
boy
and
couldn
’
t
do
anything
against
them
.
Linda
was
crying
too
.
She
was
grown
up
,
but
she
wasn
’
t
big
enough
to
fight
against
three
of
them
.
It
wasn
’
t
fair
for
her
either
.
"
Why
did
they
want
to
hurt
you
,
Linda
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
How
should
I
know
?
"
It
was
difficult
to
hear
what
she
said
,
because
she
was
lying
on
her
stomach
and
her
face
was
in
the
pillow
.
"
They
say
those
men
are
their
men
,
"
she
went
on
;
and
she
did
not
seem
to
be
talking
to
him
at
all
;
she
seemed
to
be
talking
with
some
one
inside
herself
.
A
long
talk
which
she
didn
’
t
understand
;
and
in
the
end
she
started
crying
louder
than
ever
.
"
Oh
,
don
’
t
cry
,
Linda
.
Don
’
t
cry
.
"
He
pressed
himself
against
her
.
He
put
his
arm
round
her
neck
.
Linda
cried
out
.
"
Oh
,
be
careful
.
My
shoulder
!
Oh
!
"
and
she
pushed
him
away
,
hard
.
His
head
banged
against
the
wall
.
"
Little
idiot
!
"
she
shouted
;
and
then
,
suddenly
,
she
began
to
slap
him
.
Slap
,
slap
.
.
.
"
Linda
,
"
he
cried
out
.
"
Oh
,
mother
,
don
’
t
!
"
"
I
’
m
not
your
mother
.
I
won
’
t
be
your
mother
.
"
