"
"Yeah, what's the matter?" said another, delivering Si'Wren a rude push
from behind. "Are you deliberately trying to be insulting, or have you
had all of your senses beaten out of you?"
Several girls giggled at this.
Someone else pushed her again, and she staggered and almost fell down.
Screeches of laughter ensued.
As Si'Wren turned her head to see who had pushed her, she was suddenly
flung to the ground by a sharp push from Sorpiala herself.
"Look at me when I speak to you!" said Sorpiala angrily.
Lying helplessly at Sorpiala's feet, Si'Wren put one hand back
unseeingly for support as she looked up at her, and felt her fingers
touch the toes of the one who had first pushed her from behind.
"Ahh! Sorpiala, this--this idol-breaker has tried to trip me!"
Sorpiala confronted Si'Wren with an indignant, self-righteous stare. It
was a hard, cold look of the most imperious hauteur.
"You don't say?!"
Glaring down at Si'Wren, Sorpiala said to the other woman, "It seems
that Si'Wren has not gleaned enough trouble yet. Not content to break
idols, she seeks to trip us and break our heads as well!"
Si'Wren lay in the grass, shaking her head in mute, pleading denial as
she looked beseechingly up at them.
"The guilty are ever speechless, in the face of their accusers," said
another, with a self-righteous, knowing air.
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