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lement。
there they prized it open and took out all the seeds； flat pale ovals as big as marys little fingernail； and examined each one carefully。 they explained that the seedpods needed the constant pounding they got on the hard roads if they were to crack at all； and also that the seeds were difficult to germinate。 without the mulefas attention； the trees would all die。
each species depended on the other； and furthermore； it was the oil that made it possible。 it was hard to understand； but they seemed to be saying that the oil was the center of their thinking and feeling； that young ones didnt have the wisdom of their elders because they couldnt use the wheels； and thus could absorb no oil through their claws。
and that was when mary began to see the connection between the mulefa and the question that had occupied the past few years of her life。
but before she could examine it any further （and conversations with the mulefa were long and plex；
because they loved qualifying and explaining and illustrating their arguments with dozens of examples； as if they had forgotten nothing and everything they had ever known was available immediately for reference）； the settlement was attacked。
mary was the first to see the attackers ing； though she didnt know what they were。
it happened in midafternoon； when she was helping repair the roof of a hut。 the mulefa only built one story high； because they were not climbers； but mary was happy to clamber above the ground； and she could lay thatch and knot it in place with her two hands； once they had shown her the technique； much more quickly than they could。
so she was braced against the rafters of a house； catching the bundles of reeds thrown up to her； and enjoying the cool breeze from the water that was tempering the heat of the sun； when her eye was caught by a flash of white。
it came from that distant glitter she thought was the sea。 she shaded her eyes and saw one； two； more； a fleet of tall white sails； emerging out of the heat haze； some way off but making with a silent grace for the river mouth。
mary called the zalif from below。 what are you seeing？
she didnt know the word for sail； or boat； so she said tail； white； many。
at once the zalif gave a call of alarm； and everyone in earshot stopped work and sped to the center of the settlement； calling the young ones。 within a minute all the mulefa were ready to flee。
atal； her friend； called： mary！ mary！ e！ tualapil tualapi！
it had all happened so quickly that mary had hardly moved。 the white sails by this time had already entered the river； easily making headway against the current。 mary was impressed by the discipline of the sailors： they tacked so swiftly； the sails moving together like a flock of starlings； all changing direction simultaneously。 and they were so beautiful； those snow white slender sails； bending and dipping and filling。。。
there were forty of them； at least； and they were ing upriver much more swiftly than shed thought。 but she saw no crew on board； and then she realized that they werent boats at all： they were gigantic birds； and the sails were their wings； one fore and one aft； held upright and flexed and trimmed by the power of their own muscles。
there was no time to stop and study them； because they had already reached the bank； and were climbing out。 they had necks like swans； and beaks as long as her forearm。 their wings were twice as tall as she was； and； she glanced back； frightened now； over her shoulder as she fled； they had powerful legs： no wonder they had moved so fast on the water。
she ran hard after the mulefa； who were calling her name as they streamed out of the settlement and onto the highway。 she reached them just in time： her friend atal was waiting； and as mary scrambled on her back； atal beat the road with her feet； speeding away up the slope after her panions。
the birds； who couldnt move as fast on land； soon gave up the chase and turned back to the settlement。
they tore open the food stores； snarling and growling and tossing their great cruel beaks high as they swallowed the dried meat and all the preserved fruit and grain。 everything edible was gone in under a minute。
and then the tualapi found the wheel store； and tried to smash open the great seedpods； but that was beyond them。 mary felt her friends tense with alarm all around her as they watched from the crest of the low hill and saw pod after pod hurled to the ground； kicked； rasped by the claws on the mighty legs； but of course no harm came to them from that。 what worried the mulefa was that several of them were pushed and shoved and nudged toward the water； where they floated heavily downstream toward the sea。
then the great snow…white birds set about demolishing everything they could see with brutal； raking blows of their feet and stabbing； smashing； shaking； tearing movements of their beaks。 the mulefa around
her were murmuring； almost crooning with sorrow。
i help； mary said。 we make again。
but the foul creatures hadnt finished yet； holding their beautiful wings high； they squatted among the devastation and voided their bowels。 the smell drifted up the slope with the breeze； heaps and pools of green…black…brown…white dung lay among the broken beams； the scattered thatch。 then； their clumsy movement on land giving them a swaggering strut； the birds went back to the water and sailed away downstream toward the sea。
only when the last white wing had vanished in the afternoon haze did the mulefa ride down the highway again。 they were full of sorrow and anger； but mainly they were powerfully anxious about the seedpod store。
out of the fifteen pods that had been there； only two were left。 the rest had been pushed into the water and lost。 but there was a sandbank in the next bend of the river； and mary thought she could spot a wheel that was caught there； so to the mulefas surprise and alarm； she took off her clothes； wound a length of cord around her waist； and swam across to it。 on the sandbank she found not one but five of the precious wheels； and passing the cord through their softening centers； she swam heavily back； pulling them behind her。
the mulefa were full of gratitude。 they never entered the water themselves； and only fished from the bank； taking care to keep their feet and wheels dry。 mary felt she had done something useful for them at last。
later that night； after a scanty meal of sweet roots； they told her why they had been so anxious about the wheels。 there had once been a time when the seedpods were plentiful； and when the world was rich and full of life； and the mulefa lived with their trees in perpetual joy。 but something bad had happened many years ago； some virtue had gone out of the world； because despite every effort and all the love and attention the mulefa could give them； the wheel…pod trees were dying。
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ELEVEN … THE DRAGONFLIES
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ama climbed the path to the cave； bread and milk in the bag on her back； a heavy puzzlement in her heart。 how in the world could she ever manage to reach the sleeping girl？
she came to the rock where the woman had told her to leave the food。 she put it down； but she didnt go straight home； she climbed a little farther； up past the cave and through the thick rhododendrons； and farther up still to where the trees thinned out and the rainbows began。
there she and her daemon played a game： they climbed up over the rock shelves and around the little green…white cataracts； past the whirlpools and through the spectrum tinted spray； until her hair and her eyelids and his squirrel fur were beaded all over with a million tiny pearls of moisture。 the game was to get to the top without wiping your eyes； despite the temptation； and soon the sunlight sparkled and fractured into red； yellow； green； blue； and all the colors in between； but she mustnt brush her hand across to see better until she got right to the top； or the game would be lost。
kulang； her daemon； sprang to a rock near the top of the little waterfall； and she knew hed turn at once to make sure she didnt brush the moisture off her eyelashes； except that he didnt。
instead； he clung there； gazing forward。
ama wiped her eyes； because the g