Si'Wren looked long upon the girls' departing backs, desiring to tell
them the truth, to tell them all that it was they who were the fools,
and to scold them for their senselessness. Then she noticed that one of
them was an especially vengeful member of Sorpiala's inner clique, and
fearfully, Si'Wren turned and faced away from them.
What could she have said to them, anyway?
Deeply disturbed by all that she had seen, and still pondering the
madness of it, Si'Wren hesitantly approached the sobbing mother. How
could she have been so blind as to embrace such evil before, to copy
and mimic such horror?
What a curious thing it was, that it took an Invisible God to open the
formerly blind eyes of a seeing person such as herself, to the evil
that lay right under all their noses, and still none could see this but
Si'Wren.
She knelt down beside the sobbing mother, but was immediately rebuffed
by her.
"Get away from me, you filthy idol-breaker!" the woman screamed, wildly
slapping Si'Wren off. "Get away!"
Shocked and mute, Si'Wren looked on numbly as the sobbing woman raised
herself up and, stricken with grief, stumbled in a hysterical
staggering traipse across the yard to fall down at the feet of a
half-finished idol in the workshop, wailing desperately to it to bring
back her daughter, or give her a son to replace the daughter who was
lost.
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