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what sights I shall see," said the Tyrant.
Brutha stood up, knocking over his bench and going redder with embarrassment.
He thought: they lied about Brother Murduck. They beat him within an inch of his life, Vorbis said, and flogged him the rest of the way. And Brother Nhumrod said he saw the body, and it was really true. Just for talking! People who would do that sort of thing deserve . . . punishment. And they keep slaves. People forced to work against their will. People treated like animals. And they even call their ruler a Tyrant!
And why isn't any of this exactly what it seems?
Why don't I believe any of it?
Why do I know it isn't true?
And what Brutha, who had never heard the words "day off" before, and who was in any case unfamiliar with the concept, nodded uncertainly.
"Why don't you run away?" he said.did he mean about fish not having a word for water? The Omnians were half-escorted, half-led back to their compound. Another bowl of fruit was waiting on the table in Brutha's cell, with some more fish and a loaf of bread.There was also a man, sweeping the floor."Um," said Brutha. "Are you a slave?""Yes, master.""That must be terrible."The man leaned on his broom. "You're right. It's terrible. Really terrible. D'you know, I only get one day off a week?"
"Oh, done that," said the slave. "Ran away to Tsort once. Didn't like it much. Came back. Run away for a fortnight in Djelibeybi every winter, though."