Return to Eden

was inevitable.
    There would always be those who stayed forever on the fringes of the crowds, who were the last to eat and got the smallest, castoff pieces of food. Who spent their days in gaping incomprehension. Their status was the lowest and they had just enough ability to understand that. Day by day they would be pushed aside, would stay further away from the crowds, would spend more and more time on the empty beaches where they would not be troubled by any feelings of rejection, returning to the city only to eat. Perhaps they would begin catching fish in the sea again, something they knew how to do, their only real ability.
    And whenever they went back to the city they would again face the humiliation of not even knowing why they were being humiliated. Going less and less often until one day they just did not return. It could not be called cruel. It was merely the ongoing process of natural selection. It could not be condemned or praised.
    It just was.
    Vaintè looked around at the uneven ranks of uncomprehending bodies and faces. Eager to understand: fated never to know. The city had not rejected them because the city could not do that. They had rejected themselves. Many, most undoubtedly, had died once they had moved away from the protected shores of the city. Taken in their sleep by the creatures of the night. So these were not the lowest of the low; those were already dead. These were the rejected ones who were still alive. Vaintè felt a sudden kinship with them for she was also rejected and alive. She looked around at their simple faces and signed warmth and peace. Then, the simplest of simple signs.
    "Together."
    "Have your Daughters finally learned to work together in harmony and peace as prescribed by Ugunenapsa?" Ambalasei asked suspiciously. Enge signed modified confirmation.
    "Ugunenapsa did not express it in exactly that manner but, yes, we are learning to understand Ugunenapsa's directives and have applied them to our daily lives."
    "Desire for observation of outcome."
    "Instantly available. I think that the preparation of food will be most suitable. Necessary for life, equally necessary cooperation."
    "You are not employing the Sorogetso again at this task?" Overtones of dark suspicion. Enge's quick reaction was a sharp negative.
    "The Sorogetso no longer enter the city."
    "Half of the problem. Does anyone visit them from the city?"
    "Your orders were clear."
    "My orders were always clear—yet the vile Ninperedapsa, who you still insist on calling Far<, went there with her minions and her proselytizing enthusiasms."
    "And was badly bitten, as you know since you were the one who dressed her wound. She rests and still has not recovered; her followers stay close to her."
    "May her recovery be a slow one," Ambalasei said with enthusiastic malice, then pointed to the giant eel thrashing feebly on the riverbank. "No shortage of these creatures yet?"
    "None. The river teems with them. Now look, there, you will see a perfect example of the spirit of Ugunenapsa at work."
    "I see Daughters of Dilatoriness actually hard at labor. I am struck dumb."
    "You will notice that the one who directs the operation is Satsat who was my companion in Alpèasak. The workers chose her because of the punishment she received there for her beliefs, and for her survival in the face of every adversity."
    "Not exactly what I would call prime qualifications for leading fish-butcher."
    "As wise Ambalasei knows this is a fairly mindless occupation that any Yilanè of intelligence could do.
    Since all of us labor equally in the cooperative spirit of Ugunenapsa, it is a great honor to be chosen to supervise the work of others. Satsat is doubly appreciated because she has organized the work so well that if all labor equally and enthusiastically, if that is done, then there is always the possibility that the work will be finished early and she will be able to speak to them in detail of the principles of Ugunenapsa.
    Today she will tell them of the eighth principle—which I know that you have not heard. See, they stop now to listen. You are very lucky."
    Ambalasei rolled her eyes towards the sky in appreciation of the opportunity. "Was my luck arranged by you?"
    "Ambalasei sees everything, knows everything. I did speak of the fact you would be here and grateful for enlightenment concerning the eighth principle. Which I lacked the opportunity to reveal to you."
    Ambalasei saw no escape from the well-baited trap. She settled back on her