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a little way off from her and began to talk and jeer at her after her
manner.
The old woman had more words than any in the tribe. And her talk was a
terrible thing to hear. Sometimes she screamed and moaned incoherently,
and sometimes the shape of her guttural cries was the mere phantom of
thoughts. But she conveyed to Eudena, nevertheless, much of the things
that were yet to come, of the Lion and of the torment he would do her.
"And Ugh-lomi! Ha, ha! Ugh-lomi is slain?"
And suddenly Eudena's eyes opened and she sat up again, and her look met
the old woman's fair and level. "No," she said slowly, like one trying
to remember, "I did not see my Ugh-lomi slain. I did not see my Ugh-lomi
slain."
"
Tell her," cried the old woman. "Tell her--he that killed him. Tell her
how Ugh-lomi was slain."
She looked, and all the women and children there looked, from man to
man.
None answered her. They stood shame-faced.
"
Tell her," said the old woman. The men looked at one another.
Eudena's face suddenly lit.
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