West of Eden

working parties were chosen, leashed together, led away.
    Those with Peleinè were not bound as were the others because they were taken away in smaller groups for different work. None of them noticed that in the end Peleinè was left alone. The guards were sent away as well by a Yilanè of authority who led Peleinè by a long route around the city to a door which opened for her. Peleinè went in unhappily, for this had happened before and she was still not sure within herself if what she was doing was correct. But until she decided she could make no protest, could not refuse to be here. Reluctantly she entered and closed the door behind her. There was only one other Yilanè present in the room.
    "Now we will talk," Vaintè said.
    Peleinè stood with her head bowed, staring unseeingly at her hands as she nervously laced and unlaced her thumbs. "I feel that what I am doing is wrong," she said finally. "I should not be here. I should not talk to you."
    "You have no cause to feel that way. I merely want to hear what you have to say. Is it not a duty of a Daughter of Life to speak to others about her beliefs, to bring enlightenment to them?"
    "It is. Are you then enlightened, Vaintè? Do you now call me a Daughter of Life instead of a Daughter of Death because you believe as I do?"
    "Not yet. You must talk to me more, present more convincing arguments before I join your ranks."
    Peleinè straightened up, suspicion in every movement of her body. "Then if you do not believe as we do—what need have you of me? Do you see me as a sower of dissension in the ranks of the Daughters?
    At times I see myself that way too, and wonder just where my process of careful analysis of our teachings is taking me."
    West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    "It is taking you to the truth. It is convincing you that the ustuzou who kill us deserve killing in return.
    There is justice in that. We defend our beaches, we kill those creatures that threaten our existence. I do not ask you to change your beliefs. I ask you only to aid us in this just war. If you do this the benefits will be great for all of us. Our city will be saved. The Eistaa will remove your bonds and you will all be citizens once again. Your beliefs will be recognized as legitimate because they will not threaten the existence of Alpèasak. You will be the true leader then of the Daughters of Life and will follow the footsteps and teachings of Ugunenapsa."
    Peleinè signed confusion and worry. "Yet I have doubts. If the ustuzou can speak they may be aware of the existence of death, therefore the meaning of life. If this is so I cannot aid in their extinction."
    Vaintè came forward then, so close that their hands almost touched, and spoke with great feeling. "They are beasts. One of them was taught to speak, just as a boat is taught to obey commands. Just one of them.
    The others grunt like animals in the jungle. And this one who was taught to speak like a Yilanè now kills Yilanè. They are a blight that destroys us. They must be wiped out, every last one of them. And you will help. You will lead the Daughters of Death from the darkness of death and they will be the true Daughters of Life. This you will do. This you must do."
    When she said this she touched Peleinè's thumbs gently with the gesture that one efenselè uses only with another. Peleinè welcomed this embrace of one so high and realized that her rank could be that of an equal if she did what must be done.
    "You are right, Vaintè, so right. It shall be done as you say. The Daughters of Life have lived apart from their city for too long. We must return, we must be a part of life once again. But we must not be turned from the true way."
    "You shall not be. You will believe as you believe and none shall stop you. The path ahead is clear and you shall lead the way into the triumphant future."
    CHAPTER FOURTEEN
    It was Harl's first bow and he was immensely proud of it. He had gone with his uncle, Nadris, to the forest to search for the right kind of tree that they would need, the thin-barked one with the tough and springy wood. Nadris had selected the thin sapling, but Harl had chopped it down himself, sawing at the resilient, green trunk until it had been cut through. Then, under Nadris's careful direction, he had scraped off the bark to uncover the white heart of the wood within. But then he had had to wait, and waiting had been the worst part. Nadris had hung the length of wood high inside his tent to dry and had left it there,