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He
said
nothing
.
He
watched
her
drown
meats
in
the
hissing
fire
pool
.
The
sun
was
gone
.
Slowly
,
slowly
the
night
came
in
to
fill
the
room
,
swallowing
the
pillars
and
both
of
them
,
like
a
dark
wine
poured
to
the
ceiling
.
Only
the
silver
lava
’
s
glow
lit
their
faces
.
She
hummed
the
strange
song
again
.
Instantly
he
leaped
from
his
chair
and
stalked
angrily
from
the
room
.
Later
,
in
isolation
,
he
finished
supper
.
When
he
arose
he
stretched
,
glanced
at
her
,
and
suggested
,
yawning
,
"
Let
’
s
take
the
flame
birds
to
town
tonight
to
see
an
entertainment
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
mean
it
?
"
she
said
.
"
Are
you
feeling
well
?
"
"
What
’
s
so
strange
about
that
?
"
"
But
we
haven
’
t
gone
for
an
entertainment
in
six
months
!
"
"
I
think
it
’
s
a
good
idea
.
"
"
Suddenly
you
’
re
so
solicitous
,
"
she
said
.
