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Under a wide and starry sky,

Dig ladly die,

And I laid rave for ed to be;

Home is the sailor, hoht thatBut I had nothing to write with and nothing to write on, and anyway I knew I’d never be able to ain So as the point of an epitaph if wasn’t anybody going to knoas buried there? What I did was I just spoke the words aloud, and I don’t suppose that did anyto do and I did it"

He heaved a sigh, and ere all three respectfully silent for a few reat o, I seemed to recall, she had characterized the late Retriever as a fascist bastard Woreed that the Retriever had indeed been a great man "You hear all these people talk about Black Power," he said, "and here’s a guy actually went and did so about it And with such style, such flair"

"You must have been terribly devoted to him," she said

"Well, I could say it was just a job Just the sa as straight as anything anybody ever told you, Plum kitten And that’s that nobody on earth was ever as devoted to anybody as I was to Knanda Ndoro And that’s the truth"

Plum bowed her head and closed her eyes Bowman let the poetic beauty of the scene build to a peak, then borrowed my Swiss Army pocketknife to scalp his two forht word for it, but it will have to do There was still so, and we used it to wash the red dye from the, uh, scalps They would be presented to Sheena, ould accept them as trophies of the hunt even as she accepted Plum and me as faithful members of her rebel band At least that was the theory

I pictured Bowrave with his oo hands I wanted to ask hi it up now

Chapter 10

"And the voice of the Lord came unto Jane, and spake unto her And the Lord said, Lo, thou art white, and thy father hite and his father before him And the whiteness of thy father and thy father’s father is an abomination in my eyes, and thou art whitened as a sepulcher So henceforth shalt thy name not be Jane, but from this day forward and forevermore shalt thou be called Sheena, which le

"And the voice of the Lord spake unto Jane called Sheena, and said unto her, Lo, over every living thing shalt thou have doround and them that creepeth in the sky and them that lieth down and them that riseth up And over every man and every woman shalt thou have dominion, and of the men, if they be white, then shalt they surely be put to death And of the women, if they be black or white, they shall be surely put to death And of the men, if they be black, let them come into thy tent, and let them lie with thee, and let them come unto thee when thou liest down and when thou risest up

"And the voice of the Lord-"

I tuned out the voice of the Lord, no disrespect intended, and let my eyes take over for my ears Sheena was a far cry better to look at than to listen to As far as the eyes were concerned, she was a Playboy centerfold brought miraculously to life, the ideal Playolden the French peasantry would have hoarded it and eyes as blue as a Billie Holiday record Her breasts convinced one that ht idea Her legs went all the way up to her neck

The ears received another e entirely If she looked like a wet dream, she sounded like Cotton Mather on an acid trip She ran down the gospel according to St Sheena with the precise cadence of a New England preacher I was occasionally reel Moroni, like Sheena, had tended to translish And, also like Sheena, he had frequently ht, but it kept not ht alna Carta, or the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, or the Complete Works of Chester Alan Arthur, for all the i on her disciples They evidently liked the sound of it, and the sound of it was all they got, because Sheena was babbling on and on in English – albeit her own personal version thereof – and of all the crowd gathered around her, only Plulish The rest of thelish than I could understand them

I drew Sae "Just English," he said "I don’t think she understands the native tongue, either And they don’t understand her It’s a very heavy relationship"

"What language do the natives speak?"

"I don’t know the na, but I don’t knohat you’d call it So like what they speak farther south"

"How does Sheena talk to theher"