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well. He speaks our language really fluently. He’s visited us too. If you want, Leemet, you can pay us a visit. Why don’t we go straight away, and I’ll tell Mother and Father how you saved me. My snake-name is dreadfully complicated for your tongue, but you can call me Ints.”
    I agreed right away to go with the adder, because I had never before seen how snake-kings live. The fact that my new friends belonged to the Snakish royalty was self-evident. Snake-kings were much bigger than ordinary adders, and a tiny golden crown sparkled on the brow of a full-grown snake-king. Ints didn’t have one yet, but from his build and his intelligence there was no doubt that he was the son of a snake-king. Snake-kings were like queen ants who were surrounded by millions of tiny workers. I had seen them sometimes, but until now I hadn’t had a chance to speak to one. And snake-kings wouldn’t pay any attention to little boys; they were too grand and important for that.
    So I was very excited when Ints led me to a large hole and told me to squeeze inside. It was a bit creepy, but not as creepy as when stepping into Johannes the village elder’s house. The snakes were in their own home; they had nothing to be afraid of—but all the same I was a bit nervous. The passage to the snakes’ home was dark and pretty long, but Ints hissed encouragingly beside me and that reassured me.
    Finally we reached an open cave. There certainly were a lot of snakes there! Mostly ordinary little adders, but among them were about a dozen snake-kings, all with fine crowns on their heads like golden brier-roses. The biggest of them was evidentlyInts’s father. Ints told him about how I had saved him, speaking so rapidly that I didn’t understand much of his nimble hissing. The great snake-king eyed me and crawled closer. I bowed and gave the greeting that Uncle Vootele had taught me.
    “I worry that you, my dear boy, will be the last human from whose mouth I hear those words,” said the snake-king. “Humans no longer care much for our language and seek a prettier life. Your uncle Vootele is a good friend of mine. I’m pleased that he has raised up a successor to himself. You are always welcome in our cave, especially since you rescued my child. Hedgehogs are the greatest nuisance to our kind. Coarse, wooden-headed creatures!”
    “A pity that humans are going the same way!” said another snake from a corner. “Soon they’ll be just the same.”
    “And no wonder,” added Ints. “Humans admire the iron men, but they seem just like the hedgehogs—with the same prickly covering. Humans have been feeding the iron men; I wouldn’t be surprised if they soon started pouring bowls of milk for hedgehogs.”
    At this they laughed heartily.
    “The iron man is not quite the same as a hedgehog,” said the same snake who had spoken before. “The hedgehog never takes off his spines, but the iron man does take off his coat. Our venom does nothing to a hedgehog, but I jabbed one iron man just the other day when he had stripped himself bare and stumbled straight toward me after swimming. Venom did affect that man; he started screaming in a dreadful voice and ran off.”
    I had never before heard of a snake stinging a human, and that story horrified me. Ints’s father noticed this and hissed soothingly at me.
    “A human who lives in the forest and understands our language is our brother,” he said. “But a human who has gone to live in the village and no longer understands Snakish words has only himself to blame. If he comes too close to us, then first we welcome him politely, but if he doesn’t respond to us, that means he’s no longer one of us. He is like a hedgehog or an insect and we don’t pity him.”
    “Why are you talking to the boy like that?” asked a third snake, who I later found out was Ints’s mother. “Why are you frightening him? It doesn’t concern him; he saved Ints’s life and we’re eternally grateful to him. He can come