A charged and poignant silence lay heavy on the ship. When he was done, he reached for the potof hot tar that Aboli had ready. When they had eaten, the village headman came forward on hands andknees to answer Aboli's questions. They were arguingloudly.
The silver colour of the horses made them stand out like mirrors in thedark, surrounding bush, and he murmured, They are beautiful animals,but they draw the eye of an enemy. But his father's gaze was mellow with understanding. Please do not kill me. Their faces brightened.
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