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So he walked along the fence, away from the gate, toward the open grassland directly down the hill from the Cathedral, where no one lived near enough to hear his voice. As he walked, he called. Not words, but a high hooting sound, a cry that he and Ouanda used to call each other's attention when they were separated among the piggies. They'd hear it, they had to hear it, they had to come to him because he couldn't possibly pass the fence. So come, Human, Leafeater, Mandachuva, Arrow, Cups, Calendar, anyone, everyone, come and let me tell you that I cannot tell you any more.
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Quim sat miserably on a stool in the Bishop's office.
"Estevao," the Bishop said quietly, "there'll be a meeting here in a few minutes, but I want to talk to you a minute first."
"Nothing to talk about," said Quim. "You warned us, and it happened. He's the devil."
"Estevao, we'll talk for a minute and then you'll go home and sleep."
"Never going back there."
"The Master ate with worse sinners than your mother, and forgave them. Are you better than he?" "None of the adulteresses he forgave was his mother!"
"Not everyone's mother can be the Blessed Virgin."
"Are you on his side, then? Has the Church made way here for the Speakers for the Dead? Should we tear down the Cathedral and use the stones to make an amphitheater where all our dead can be slandered before we lay them in the ground?"
A whisper: "I am your Bishop, Estevao, the vicar of Christ on this planet, and you will speak to me with the respect you owe to my office."
Quim stood there, furious, unspeaking.
"I think it would have been better if the Speaker had not told these stories publicly. Some things are better learned in privacy, in quiet, so that we need not deal with shocks while an audience watches us. That's why we use the confessional, to shield us from public shame while we wrestle with our private sins. But be fair, Estevao. The Speaker may have told the stories, but the stories all were true. Ne?"
"E."
"Now, Estevao, let us think. Before today, did you love your mother?" "Yes."