It is because you are slipping into the starry starry night, Julie said, together with all your works and pomps. Rule of the Wends was taken away from you in 1936.

I ignore sense data, she said, let him make his speech.

Toe fell from the mouth. The Dead Father clutched his forehead.

A long time since Ive heard anything like it, she said, a very long time, not since my student days in fact.

Near to a million, at the last census.

Twenty-three, Thomas said. Counting Edmund.

They are eating hearty, he said, because they know what is ahead.

Let us talk about giraffes, said Thomas, when I explain myself I tend to stutter. Of course I dont know a great deal about giraffes. They are said to be very intelligent. They have beautiful eyes. They have beautiful eyelashes. Tongues extend to twenty inches. Not much of a mane. Terrific base of the neck. Low fluttering voice. Faster than a horse and can travel longer distances at speed. Can beat lion in fight using hooves unless lion gets lucky. Herds running from twenty to thirty are not uncommon each containing several males but many more females.

See how many! the Dead Father said again.

The Wends? What are they?

It will be a hot thing, probably, Thomas said. Touch and go.

See how long it is, the Dead Father said, and how limber.

And I, relegated, Thomas said. He gave Julie a straight look.

Please release my toe.

Only old males are excluded and live in isolation, he said.

But I think everyone should have a little philosophy, Thomas said. It helps, a little. It helps. It is good. It is about half as good as music.

All the men lighted cigarettes. Julie lighted a cigarette as did Emma.

The Dead Father stepped forward and assumed his speaking position, a kind of forwardly lean.

Thats interesting, Thomas said. How do you do that?

Thank you, the Dead Father said, thank you.

And what did philosophy teach you? asked the Dead Father.

They followed at a rapid pace.

Julie returned the straight look.

Why is it, asked the Dead Father, that alone among the members of this party I am not allowed to be filthy-mouthed?

Temporary happiness of the Dead Father.

Thank you, said the Dead Father, of course.

First, because we are armed and alien walkers through their domains. Second, because you are, in one of your aspects, a gigantic and strange and awe-inspiring object.

How is it I rule them no longer?

Then we wont talk about giraffes any more, Thomas said, I will instead explain myself.

Yes, said the Dead Father.

He lifted his hand and rotated it languidly, representing negligence and of-no-consequence.

I am offended, said the Dead Father. Again.

Thomas turned to the Dead Father.

A storm of applause from the men!

He cut a few figures in the air with it: quinte, sixte, septime.

Would you like to make your speech now?

Groan from Julie.

Let him make his speech, Julie said.

In the pot.

The Dead Father placed the tips of the fingers of his two hands together.

Emmas gaze (admiring).

I do inspire awe, said the Dead Father. Better than anybody. A lifetime of it. Did I not once rule the Wends?

Thank you, said the Dead Father, it meant I made a speech.

Thank you, said the Dead Father.

You have rapped the Father, he said between moans. Again. You should not rap the Father. You must not rap the Father. You cannot rap the Father. Striking the sacred and holy Father is an offense of the gravest nature. Striking the noble, wise, all-giving Dead Father is --

Thomas paused.

Prolonged and fervent applause. Whistles. Stamping of feet. Waving of handkerchiefs (the women).

They found the Dead Father standing in a wood, slaying. First he slew a snowshoe rabbit cleaving it in twain with a single blow and then he slew a spiny anteater and then he slew two rusty numbats and then whirling the great blade round and round his head he slew a wallaby and a lemur and a trio of ouakaris and a spider monkey and a common squid. Then moving up and down the green path in his rage he dispatched a macaque and a gibbon and fourscore innocent chinchillas who had been standing idly by watching the great slaughter. Then he rested standing with the point of his sword stuck in the earth and his two hands folded upon the hilt. Then he again as if taken by a fit set about the bloody work slaying a prairie dog and a beaver and a gopher and a dingo and a honey badger and an otter and a house cat and a tapir and a piglet. Then his anger grew and he called for a brand of even greater weight and length which was brought him by a metaphorically present gillie and seizing it with his two fine-formed and noble hands he raised it above his head, and every living thing within his reach trembled and every dead thing within his reach remembered how it got that way, and the very trees of the wood did seem to shrink and step away. Then the Dead Father slew a warthog and a spotted fawn and a trusting sheep and a young goat and a marmoset and two greyhounds and a draghound. Then, kicking viciously with his noble and shapely foot at the piles of the slain, raw and sticky corpses drenching the earth in blood on every side, he cleared a path to a group of staring pelicans slicing the soft white thin necks of them from the bodies inhttp://www.99lib.net the wink of an eye. Then he slew a cassowary and a flamingo and a grebe and a heron and a bittern and a pair of ducks and a shouting peacock and a dancing crane and a bustard and a lily-trotter and, wiping the sacred sweat from his brow with one ermine-trimmed sleeve, slew a wood pigeon and a cockatoo and a tawny owl and a snowy owl and a magpie and three jackdaws and a crow and a jay and a dove. Then he called for wine. A silver flagon was brought him and he downed the whole of it in one draught looking the while out of the corner of his ruby eye at a small iguana melted in terror against the limb of a tree. Then he tossed the silver flagon into the arms of a supposititious cupbearer sousing the cupbearers hypothetical white tunic with the red of the (possible) wine and split the iguana into two halves with the point of his sword as easily as one skilled in the mystery fillets a fish. Then the Dead Father resumed his sword work in earnest slaying diverse small animals of every kind, so that the heaps mounted steaming to the right and to the left of him with each passionate step. A toad escaped.

The Dead Father reached for Julies bare toe.

Thomas, said the Dead Father, let us change the subject. We can talk about something interesting, giraffes for example. Or you can explain yourself. It is always interesting to hear someone explaining himself.

A marvelous speech, said Julie, would you autograph my program.

Beautifully done, said Thomas, are you free for lunch?

Positively on the edge of my chair, said Emma, figuratively speaking.

Enough! said Julie.

Yesterday you said no.

I was in a fouler mood yesterday. Today I am in a fairer mood.

The men stood in a ragged half circle. The nineteen. Edmund with his hand on his back pocket, where the flask was. Emma at one tip of the crescent, Julie at the other.

The Dead Father waited for the applause.

How many of us are there?

What is ahead? asked the Dead Father.

Thank you, said the Dead Father, I think so.

What is peculiar about them? the Dead Father asked.

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Thomas rapped the Dead Father sharply in the forehead, across the cloth.

Thomas was collecting the carcasses of the edible.

Dont like us? Why is that?

Quite extraordinary, said Emma, what did it mean?

Thank you, said the Dead Father, it was a pisser all right.

Rather good I think, said the Dead Father, for an old man.

Have the troops fed themselves? Julie asked.

I have been elevated, in the arrangements! the Dead Father exclaimed.

And now, lunch, Julie said.

You did, you did, said Thomas, with an iron hand.

They dont like us.

A wonderful speech, said Thomas.

I have prepared some remarks, said the Dead Father. Remarks which are perhaps not without pertinency.

His smoking whinyard wiped upon the green grass.

Thomas peered up the road. Cooking fires were visible.

The Dead Father lunged against his cable.

But what?

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More grebe? Julie asked.

Look how the red is rising to his top, Emma observed.

Truly formidable, Julie said, to please him. Sword play of this quality has not been seen since the days of Frithjof, Lancelot, Paracelsus, Rogero, Artegal, Otuel, Ogier the Dane, Rinaldo, Oliver, Roll the Thrall, Haco I, and the Chevalier Bayard.

The Dead Father burst off down the road, his cable trailing.

Is there mustard? Thomas asked.

She produced from the knapsack a new tablecloth and a new seating plan.

Julie was wiping the Dead Fathers brow, with her handkerchief.

They are what is ahead.

The men loved it, said Thomas.

The Dead Father continued to grasp the toe.

He is going to do it again, said Thomas.

Heavy work, the Dead Father said, looking pleased. See how many!

The Dead Father placed the toe in his mouth.

Toe, he said, now theres an interesting word. Toe. Toe. Toe. Toe. Toe. A veiny toe. Red lines on toe. Succulent toe. Succulent, succulent toe. Succulent succulent succulent --

Thank you. Thank you.

How many of them are there?

Because you are an old fart, she said, and old farts must be notably clean of mouth in order to mitigate the disgustingness of being old farts.

The Wends, Thomas said.

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Thomas gathered together the men and Emma.