"―we thought―"Memory of their new and shameful loyalty came to them. Eric was silent
but Sam tried to do his duty.
"You got to go, Ralph. You go away now―"He wagged his spear and essayed fierceness."You shove off. See?"Eric nodded agreement and jabbed his spear in the air. Ralph leaned on
his arms and did not go.
"I came to see you two."His voice was thick. His throat was hurting him now though it had
received no wound.
"I came to see you two―"Words could not express the dull pain of these things. He fell silent,
while the vivid stars were spilt and danced all ways.
Sam shifted uneasily."Honest, Ralph, you'd better go."Ralph looked up again."You two aren't painted. How can you―? If it were light―"If it were light shame would burn them at admitting these things. But the
night was dark. Eric took up; and then the twins started their antiphonal
speech.
"You got to go because it's not safe―""―they made us. They hurt us―"