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"So, don't yell about it," said the Speaker. "Play it back and see how I did it, so you can counter it next time."
"I thought you Speakers were supposed to be like priests or something. How did you get so good at tactics?"
The Speaker smiled pointedly at Novinha as he answered. "Sometimes it's a little like a battle just to get people to tell you the truth."
Olhado leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed, as he replayed what he saw of the game.
"You've been prying," said Novinha. "And you weren't very clever about it. Is that what passes for 'tactics' among Speakers for the Dead?"
"It got you here, didn't it?" The Speaker smiled. "What were you looking for in my files?"
"I came to Speak Pipo's death."
"I didn't kill him. My files are none of your business." "You called me here."
"I changed my mind. I'm sorry. It still doesn't give you the right to--"
His voice suddenly went soft, and he knelt in front of her so that she could hear his words. "Pipo learned something from you, and whatever he learned, the piggies killed him because of it. So you locked your files away where no one could ever find it out. You even refused to marry Libo, just so he wouldn't get access to what Pipo saw. You've twisted and distorted your life and the lives of everybody you loved in order to keep Libo and now Miro from learning that secret and dying."
Novinha felt a sudden coldness, and her hands and feet began to tremble. He had been here three days, and already he knew more than anyone but Libo had ever guessed. "It's all lies," she said.
"Listen to me, Dona Ivanova. It didn't work. Libo died anyway, didn't he? Whatever your secret is, keeping it to yourself didn't save his life. And it won't save Miro, either. Ignorance and deception can't save anybody. Knowing saves them."
"Never," she whispered.
"I can understand your keeping it from Libo and Miro, but what am I to you? I'm nothing to you, so what does it matter if I know the secret and it kills me?"