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once of that distant day when Esetta< had sung after the death of Alipol.
    They walk free,
    we are shut away.
    They bask in the sun,
    we look at the dim light.
    They send us to the beaches,
    Never go themselves…
    Imehei broke off when he saw Kerrick—then flashed joy-of-food with juvenile palm colors when he saw the meat that Kerrick was carrying. They both ate greedily, their powerful jaws and sharp, cone-shaped teeth quickly dispatching the meal.
    "Did you know Esetta    "Brother-in-here," Imehei quickly said, but with more interest he added, "Meat-to-come, interrogative?"
    Kerrick signed negative, later time, then asked, "There was another male here, Alipol, did you know him as well? He was my… friend."
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    "Imehei has but recently arrived from Entoban*" Nadaske said. "Not I. I was here when Alipol was first in the hanalè, before he went to the beach."
    "Alipol worked with his thumbs to make things of great beauty. Do you know of them?"
    "We all know of them ," Imehei broke in. "After all—we are not rough/crude/strong and female. We know of beauty." He turned as soon as he had finished speaking and pulled some of the ornate drapes aside to disclose an opening in the wall. Standing on claw-tip he reached up and took out the wire sculpture, turned and held it out to Kerrick.
    A nenitesk—perhaps the very one that Alipol had showed to him on that distant, warm day. The carapace curled high, the three horns sharp and pointed, the eyes gleaming jewels. Imehei held it out proudly and Kerrick took it, turned it so that it caught the light. He felt the same joy that he had felt when Alipol had first revealed his sculpture. There was unhappiness along with the joy—for Alipol was long dead. Sent to certain death on the beach by Stallan. Well, she was dead as well; there was some satisfaction in that.
    "I will take this," Kerrick said—then saw their horrified gestures. Imehei was even bold enough to add a suggestion of femaleness to the movements. Kerrick understood. They had accepted him as a male, all the city knew of his maleness and had marveled, but he was now acting brutally female. He tried to make amends.
    "Misinterpretation of intent. I want to take this thing of beauty but it must remain here in the hanalè where Alipol meant it to be. The esekasak who cared for the hanalè is gone so now the responsibility is yours. Guard it and keep it from harm."
    They could not conceal their thoughts, made no attempt to. Hidden away, deprived of responsibility, treated like fargi speechless and fresh from the ocean—how could they be anything but what they were?
    Now they took in the new thought, recoiled from it, then accepted it, then showed pride. When Kerrick saw this he began to have some understanding why they had to be kept alive. Not only for their own sakes—but for his. For his own selfish reasons. He was Tanu—but was Yilanè as well. With these males he could face that fact, not flee from it nor feel ashamed of it. When he talked with them his thoughts came to life, those parts of his thinking that were Yilanè. Not only thinking, being.
    He was what he was: Kerrick of the Tanu; Kerrick of the Yilanè.
    "You have water—I will bring more food. Do not leave this chamber."
    They signed agreement and acceptance of instructions. With the private expressions of male-to-male. He smiled at their subtle strength. A single suggestion that he had been acting like a female had put him quickly in his place. He was beginning to like them as he understood some of what lay beneath their complaisant exteriors.
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    The discarded bones were cracking in the cooking fire; the Sasku, bellies full, were dozing in the sun.
    Sanone looked up when Kerrick reappeared, went over and sat by him.
    "There are things I wish to talk about, mandukto of the Sasku," Kerrick said formally.
    "I listen."
    Kerrick ordered his thoughts before he spoke again. "We have done