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"Take a look at my family, Speaker," she answered. "How can the truth cause any more pain than the secrets have already caused?"
He smiled at her, but it was not a mirthful smile. It was-- affectionate, even pitying. "You're right," he said, "completely right, but you may have trouble realizing that, when you hear the whole story."
"I know the whole story, as far as it can be known." "That's what everybody thinks, and nobody's right." "When will you have the Speaking?"
"As soon as I can."
"Then why not now? Today? What are you waiting for?"
"I can't do anything until I talk to the piggies."
"You're joking, aren't you? Nobody can talk to the piggies except the Zenadors. That's by Congressional Order. Nobody can get past that."
"Yes," said the Speaker. "That's why it's going to be hard."
"Not hard, impossible--"
"Maybe," he said. He stood; so did she. "Ela, you've helped me tremendously. Taught me everything I could have hoped to learn from you. Just like Olhado did. But he didn't like what I did with the things he taught me, and now he thinks I betrayed him."
"He's a kid. I'm eighteen."
The Speaker nodded, put his hand on her shoulder, squeezed. "We're all right then. We're friends."
She was almost sure there was irony in what he said. Irony and, perhaps, a plea. "Yes," she insisted. "We're friends. Always."
He nodded again, turned away, pushed the boat from shore, and splashed after it through the reeds and muck. Once the boat was fairly afloat, he sat down and extended the oars, rowed, and then looked up and smiled at her. Ela smiled back, but the smile could not convey the elation she felt, the perfect relief. He had listened to everything, and understood everything, and he would make everything all right. She believed that, believed it so completely that she didn't even notice that it was the source of her sudden happiness. She knew only that she had spent an hour with the Speaker for the Dead, and now she felt more alive than she had in years.