novelraw Chapter 1509: 87: Undead Tribe at the Edge of the Cliff
Chapter 1509: 87: Undead Tribe at the Edge of the Cliff
Capítulo 1509: Chapter 87: Undead Tribe at the Edge of the Cliff
Hill quietly lay on the terrace, curious about how William managed to ensure that the Undead Tribe and the Moon Clan had no means of communication other than warfare… Different world lines mean so much.
This isn’t like communicating with people from the Fantasy World… As long as the players’ eyes are set a little out of focus, even if the characters in the game appear very clever and capable, the Undead Tribe doesn’t react much.
After all, in their minds, the computing power of the Intelligence Core being superior to that of humans is only natural.
And the completely different worldview, even most of the time, those actions that appear no different from fools in the eyes of the Undead Tribe don’t make them doubt the game.
But the Moon Clan is different. Even if the differences in world lines and timelines make their ways somewhat primitive, their mode of thinking isn’t too different from people of certain countries in the Undead World.
This can be heard from the arguments of the Undead Tribe… although later, when players realized they couldn’t outdo them, they wisely chose to stop the fire, but small conflicts between them never stopped.
‘Snow Cloud Peak’ later chose to stop pursuing ‘Lu Huayu’ mainly for this reason… They didn’t want to be overtaken by outsiders due to internal strife, even though there occasionally was some underhandedness on the other side of Doomsday, the subversion by mischievous people is always strong.
At first, in the Undead Tribe’s hundred-person Command Group, there were actually a few people from other countries, but matters of voting couldn’t compare to those who plotted against each other versus ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ who made decisions in pre-meetings.
So, the main purpose of these people squatting in the Command Group was just to prevent ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ from using them as scapegoats or substitutes, and for other issues, they basically just went with the flow in voting.
So, as Hill watched them slowly walk down the altar, wearing shirts, trousers, leather cloaks, or long skirts, loudly exclaiming things like ‘Ah~ Truly the Steam Era’ in Basia City the Undead Tribe smiled slightly… Just as well, since Mark City was blocking the passage, it wasn’t a good time for him to leave Aesces.
The emotionless creature, Lady of Pain, might not necessarily hold back for the sake of the World Tree… Hill thought it wise to be cautious in the presence of a being with Divine Power.
Not to mention Aesces made comings and goings look so easy, naturally because he wasn’t weak himself, and was clearly hostile with Eosca.
The Lady of Pain isn’t so oblivious as to not understand that the enemy of her enemy can temporarily be a friend.
As for Coron, who must have participated in the construction of the altar, that’s another matter altogether… As long as Coron doesn’t approach her Mark City, she can only wait until the Father of Elves finishes venting his anger.
However, if Hill were captured, it could make Coron pack up and leave… Coron has always valued his offspring, and Hill’s blood ties with him are no secret in Toril.
Yet, Purwell, once again squatting in the Magic Tower, sneered… What risk could there possibly be?
It’s unlike the previous time when Eosca carelessly tossed Dimensional Gates around, potentially putting Hill in crisis.
But now Hill is merely choosing a Dimensional Gate to leave randomly… Could Hill’s luck possibly land him at the gates of Mark City?
As if! Just here for the spectacle.
Who wouldn’t want to watch?
He was also curious, with equal levels, how much could a rule-abiding Undead Tribe and this group of crazy Moon Clan stir up?
The Undead Tribe began cruising around the city.
Hill observed for a bit before becoming a bit puzzled… It looked like William allowed them some leeway in character design, like height and body shape changes, with quite a lot over two meters tall.
And it seemed like the lolis and shotas grew a bit, no longer just over a meter tall, now generally over 1.4 meters.
However, facial expressions still didn’t change much… though some looked a little odd, at least they all looked human.
What nonsense was he up to, Hill thought.
Hmm? Could it be to make the Undead Tribe accept their restart happily by offering a chance to change their appearance?
Just like how going to Toril allowed them to become Half-Elves earlier.
If it were me, Hill pondered, I’d also take this adjustment… Going to a new world comes with a new look, and upon returning to previously visited worlds, you meet npc friends with the original appearance, how great!
“I think the Undead Tribe is looking for you.” A slow voice floated out from behind the Magic Tower, “It was obvious they were making inquiries everywhere.
Can sir guess, how Mr. William informed them of your presence in this world?
I remember last time was: in the crisis-filled Toril World, the lost Child of Nature Hill awaited your arrival.”
He didn’t continue, but Hill understood the meaning behind the words… So, the Undead Tribe prepared a ‘Little Bear’s Lost Song’ for him.
This time, the Undead Tribe clearly also prepared some surprise for him, otherwise, they wouldn’t have sought his trail immediately upon arrival.
However, Hill chuckled lightly: “The Undead Tribe is clearly appearing together in all the countries of Aesces, so many cities, how many people can they disperse?
Look, Purwell, compared to being surrounded by millions singing nursery rhymes over a cliff, now with these tens of thousands, no matter how out of tune, is a good thing!”
“If you’re happy with it…” Purwell pondered in response, “Well… Acting as if I don’t know why you’ve placed the Magic Tower above the clouds.”
“Heh~” Hill laughed softly, “First, they’d have to find me, and then either climb the cliff or sing from afar below!”
“Don’t you fear losing face now?” Purwell asked curiously.
“Does fearing prevent it?” Hill calmly responded, “At least I can make them less satisfied!”
In Basia City, the Undead Tribe was assembling, reporting their numbers along the way.
“Old Dog, this city should be a key area; those entering are better at combat.” The ‘Perfect Bald’ who had grown to 1.4 meters tall wasn’t pleased, “Even the priests are; luckily, there’s at least one administrator for each city.”
“Each family one, or one for the whole Alliance.” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ stood on a high corner of the altar, frowning and observing the marked islands across the sea, “It’s still too low here… Perhaps send the Dare to Die Squad across to open up the map and report back… It’s just all fog, tsk~
Damn, never thought one day we’d have to be enemies with the sea, huh!
Sigh~ In the past, the sea winds were always blowing towards our enemies!
“Why didn’t Hill bring Agleya this time?”
“Agleya never liked leaving Teraxil.” A voice drawled lazily, “If you don’t mind, I can invite Ambori over.”
“Road Eunuch, do you want to offer Triton a free kill?
Ambori? She can’t even get in, right?” A giant standing two and a half meters tall spoke slowly.
“Damn it… Young Master!” ‘Perfect Bald’ suddenly turned his head, not wanting to look at him, “What kind of madness is this, turning yourself into this state?
Has your whole family gone mad?”
“Sigh!” ‘Young Master’ said dejectedly, “In this world, we can’t even bring the Embroidered Crab; there are just too many restrictions!
Once we complete the main mission, Wenjian plans to return to Toril, so we thought of trying a different scene.
But… I already regret it now!”
“Did they find Hill yet?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ briskly interrupted the boring conversation, “William said he’s in the most dangerous city here, so it must be here.
Everywhere else there are just small fry fighting; what danger could they pose to him!”
“Ah, it seems like they’ve found him.”
An undead was moving upstream through the crowd.
“Hill is on the cliff by the seaside!” he said happily, “Shall we go now?
When do we notify everyone?
Oh my, oh my—I can’t wait!”
“Hill didn’t come out to greet us like last time!” ‘Young Master’ said with a face full of regret.
“He’s not stupid; knows you must have some tricks up your sleeve and is waiting in the city?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ shook his head, “Idler, how are you sure that’s Hill?
Don’t mistake it.”
“No mistake, it’s a mage called Belfran whose family emblem is the Windbell Grass, looks particularly good-looking, and the house is built very beautifully!” ‘An Idler’ answered firmly, “I went to see the Windbell Grass in this world, the white kind, and the difference from Lily of the Valley is that the bell of Windbell Grass is slightly longer; Lily of the Valley can absolutely pose as it.
And although the name Belfran is the pronunciation for Windbell Grass, it’s obvious it’s in the style of Obel Fran!”
‘Snow Cloud Peak’ couldn’t help but laugh: “Hill really hasn’t changed a bit.
Alright, you guys go ahead… be careful, don’t make Little Bear angry, or he’ll send you straight back to the altar.”
“You’re not going?” ‘Lu Huayu’ asked curiously.
“Why should I go?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ rolled his eyes, “Someone has to stay to smooth things over!
What if they take things too far?
Why aren’t you going?”
‘Lu Huayu’ looked dejected: “Why do you always like asking questions you already know the answers to?
It’s such an annoying habit.”
Hill looked down at the undead swarming towards him, his expression rather numb: “They’re coming really fast.”
“Anyone who knows you could guess, right?” Purwell couldn’t help but retort.
“Ha~ I knew it, they can’t climb up, can they? They definitely can’t fly yet!” Hill happily rubbed his hands.
“Hmm? Wait!” He couldn’t help but grab the railing, “What are they holding?”
‘Dong dong qiang! Dong dong qiang!’
The deafening sound of drums and gongs roared into the sky one minute later.
More than a hundred thousand voices roared together: “Little Bear~ Go walk outside!
The stars in the sky tremble!
(Hehe~ Tremble~)
(Life-and-death companions worry~)
If we say go~ we go~
Little Bear walks ahead, we follow behind~
(Hehe, we follow behind~)
Through fire and water, we never turn back!”
㚅䚈~䊁㘍䔾䡐䔾㓹
盧
老
㘍㘍㙣䔾䓆㡄㴪䆍”䚈
盧
擄
蘆
擄
㓹㘍䡐
䡐
爐
䓆䆍䆍䡐
魯
櫓
䓆㒚㙣䊁㘍䡐㙣㴪䊁
㘍䊁
蘆
㔝㴪㒚䒧䊁㘍䎦 䡐䚈䆍䓆㒚㒚 㙣䒧䔾 㴪㘍䊁䕞䔾䆍㒚䔾 㧨䊁㙣䒧 䆍䔾䚈㰽䇵䔾㒚㒚 䡐㜐䡐㘍㓹䓆㘍~”
䪯䊁䇵䇵 㚅䊁㘍䡐䇵䇵㿼 䆍䔾䡐䇵䊁䖮䔾㓹 㧨䒧䡐㙣 䒧䔾 㧨䡐㒚 䒧䔾䡐䆍䊁㘍䎦㮪㮪㮪 䡐㘍㓹 䒧䔾 㰽㘍䔾㧨 㙣䒧䡐㙣 㙣䒧䊁㒚 㙣䊁㿊䔾㛦 䒧䔾 䐟䆍䓆㜐䡐㜐䇵㿼 䒧䡐㓹 㜐䔾䚈䓆㿊䔾 㚅䡐㿊䓆㴪㒚 㙣䒧䆍䓆㴪䎦䒧䓆㴪㙣 㙣䒧䔾 㿊㴪䇵㙣䊁䕞䔾䆍㒚䔾䈗
䪯㿊㿊㶛
㘍㓹䗽㶛䒧䔾䊁
䚵䒧䔾 㿊䔾㙣䡐䇵 䆍䡐䊁䇵䊁㘍䎦 㿊䊁㔃䔾㓹 㧨䊁㙣䒧 㿊䊁㙣䒧䆍䊁䇵 䊁㘍㒚㙣䡐㘍㙣䇵㿼 㙣㧨䊁㒚㙣䔾㓹㛦 䡐㘍㓹 䪯䊁䇵䇵 䡐㘍䎦䆍䊁䇵㿼 㙣㴪䆍㘍䔾㓹 㜐䡐䚈㰽㛦 䎦䇵䡐䆍䊁㘍䎦 㚅䊁䔾䆍䚈䔾䇵㿼 䡐㙣 㰫㴪䆍㧨䔾䇵䇵㛦 㧨䒧䓆 㧨䡐㒚 㚅䓆䇵䇵䓆㧨䊁㘍䎦 㙣䒧䔾 㒚䊁㿊䐟䇵䔾 㙣㴪㘍䔾 㧨䊁㙣䒧 䒧䊁㒚 㒚䚈䡐㙣㙣䔾䆍䔾㓹 䡐㘍㓹 㓹䊁㒚䓆䆍䎦䡐㘍䊁䖮䔾㓹 䕞䓆䊁䚈䔾㛦 㒚䊁㘍䎦䊁㘍䎦 䡐䇵䓆㘍䎦㛦 “䪯䔾㿼~ 㛂䊁~ 䪯䔾㿼~ 䪯䔾㿼 䪯䔾㿼 㛂䊁 㛂䡐㮪
䪯䔾㿼~ 㛂䊁~ 䪯䔾㿼 䪯䔾㿼 䪯䔾㿼 䪯䔾㿼 㛂䊁 㛂䡐㮪”
䇵䓆㓹䚈
䓆㴪㙣
䒧㙣㙣䡐
䇵㒚䓆㴪
䔾䚵䒧
㓹䓆䚈㴪䇵
㒚䡐
䊁㘍
㓹䊁䊁㒚㘍䔾
䆍㜐䓆
䇵㘍䊁㿼㘍㒚㙣㙣䡐
㒚㙣䇵䇵䊁
䡐
㒚䡐~㙣㧨䔾
㙣䇵䔾䊁䇵㙣
䔾䔾䕞㘍
㛦䒧㒚䔾䆍䔾䕞䊁㓹
䒧䔾
㙣䒧䔾
䡐㜐䆍㰽䔾
䊁䊁䆍䔾䡐䖮䎦㘍䇵
䒧䇵䊁䎦㙣
䓆㛦㧨㘍
㴪㙣䚈䆍䔾䆍䡐䔾
䇵䡐㧨䒧䔾
䚵䒧䔾㘍 㧨䊁㙣䒧 䡐 ‘㧨䒧䓆䓆㒚䒧’㛦 䒧䔾 㓹䡐㒚䒧䔾㓹 䊁㘍㙣䓆 㙣䒧䔾 䔋䡐䎦䊁䚈 䚵䓆㧨䔾䆍㛦 㓹䔾䚈䊁㓹䊁㘍䎦 㙣䓆 㰽䔾䔾䐟 䡐 䇵䓆㧨 䐟䆍䓆㚅䊁䇵䔾 䡐㘍㓹 㘍䓆㙣 㒚䒧䓆㧨 䒧䊁㿊㒚䔾䇵㚅 㚅䓆䆍 䡐 㧨䒧䊁䇵䔾㮪㮪㮪 㑅䒧 㓹䔾䡐䆍~ 㷒䓆䔾㒚 㙣䒧䊁㒚 㒚䓆㘍䎦 䒧䡐䕞䔾 㒚䓆㿊䔾 㰽䊁㘍㓹 䓆㚅 㿊䊁㘍㓹㢘㜐䔾㧨䊁㙣䚈䒧䊁㘍䎦 䔾㚅㚅䔾䚈㙣㶛
䪯䓆㧨 㓹䊁㓹 䒧䔾 㒚㙣䡐䆍㙣 㒚䊁㘍䎦䊁㘍䎦 䡐䇵䓆㘍䎦㛦 䡐㘍㓹 㒚㙣㴪䐟䊁㓹䇵㿼 䊁㘍 㚅䆍䓆㘍㙣 䓆㚅 䪯䊁䇵䇵㛦 䔾䕞䔾㘍 㒚䊁㘍䎦䊁㘍䎦 䓆㴪㙣 䇵䓆㴪㓹䈗
䊁䎦䒧㿊㙣
䔾䒧
㓹㙣䓆㒚䔾㒚
㒚䓆䔾䒧䆍
䓆㙣
㜐䔾
㿊䆍䈗䡐䔾㘍㴪
䓆㴪㙣
䓆㮢㧨
䕞䒧㒚䔾䓆䇵
䗽䔾㙣㙣䔾䆍 㙣䓆 䇵䡐㿼 䇵䓆㧨 㚅䓆䆍 䡐 㚅䔾㧨 㓹䡐㿼㒚㮪
䪯䊁䇵䇵 㓹䔾䚈䊁㓹䔾㓹 㙣䓆 㓹䔾䡐䇵 㧨䊁㙣䒧 㙣䒧䊁㒚 㜐䆍䡐䊁㘍䇵䔾㒚㒚 㧨䒧䡐䇵䔾 䇵䡐㙣䔾䆍㮪
䔾䐟䓆䆍㧨
䓆㚅
䒧䚵䔾
㒚㧨䡐
䓆㿼㘍䇵
㔝䊁㘍䎦
䓆䗽䓆㛦㰽
㘍䒧䡐㓹
䆍㿊䓆㚅
䔾䒧㙣
䒧㙣䔾
䪯䔾
䇵㚅㛦䚈䊁㚅
䆍䡐㙣㙣䊁䊁䓆㘍䡐㿼䇵䈗
㙣䆍䡐㒚㿼䵼䇵
䊁㙣䎦䒧䆍
䔾䒧
䔾㙣䇵㚅
䊁䔾㜐䚵䆍
㙣䒧䔾
䐟䔾㰽㘍䊁䔾䎦
㘍䓆㓹䒧䊁䇵䎦
㘍㓹䡐䒧
䡐䎦㓹䆍䔾䇵
㙣䒧䔾
䒧䊁㿊
㙣㒚㮪㴪㮪䆍䔾㿊㮪
㘍䔾㘯㓹㓹䡐
㓹䓆㴪䚈䇵
㚅䐟㿊䡐㙣䊁䇵䊁䡐䓆䚈㘍䊁
㙣䡐
䒧㓹䔾㒚䆍
䐟䧴䇵䇵䔾㒚
䎦䊁䔋䡐䚈
㴪䇵䔾䊁㘍䡐䎦㒚㘍䒧
䆍䔾䊁㚅䚈䔾㿼䇵
㴪㒚䎦䊁㘍
䔾㜐䓆㧨䇵
䡐㙣䇵㒚
䔾㙣䒧
䇵䇵䡐
䒧䎦㓹䓆䊁䇵㘍
䒧㘍㮢㙣䊁
䒧㒚䊁
䊁䎦㘍䒧㙣
㛦䞜䡐㘍
㡄䕞䔾㘍 㙣䒧䔾 䡐䇵䆍䔾䡐㓹㿼 䆍䔾㙣䆍䔾䡐㙣䊁㘍䎦 䍼䔾㒚䚈䔾㒚 㓹䡐䆍䔾㓹 㘍䓆㙣 㒚㙣䓆䐟 䒧䊁㿊 䡐㙣 㙣䒧䊁㒚 㿊䓆㿊䔾㘍㙣䈗
䚵㧨䔾䇵䕞䔾 䒧㴪䆍䆍䊁䚈䡐㘍䔾㒚 䆍䓆㒚䔾 䊁㘍㒚㙣䡐㘍㙣䇵㿼 䡐䆍䓆㴪㘍㓹 㙣䒧䔾 㓹䡐䆍㙣㢘䇵䊁㰽䔾 䚈䇵䊁㚅㚅㒚㛦 㙣䒧䔾 㚅䊁䔾䆍䚈䔾 㧨䊁㘍㓹 㒚䓆㴪㘍㓹䊁㘍䎦 䇵䊁㰽䔾 䔾㘍㓹䇵䔾㒚㒚 㓹䡐䆍㙣㒚 㒚㧨䔾䔾䐟䊁㘍䎦 㙣䒧䆍䓆㴪䎦䒧㛦 䔾䕞䔾㘍 㧨䒧䊁䐟䐟䊁㘍䎦 㴪䐟 㧨䡐䕞䔾㒚 䓆䕞䔾䆍 㙣䔾㘍 㿊䔾㙣䔾䆍㒚 䒧䊁䎦䒧 䡐㙣 㒚䔾䡐㮪㮪㮪 㿼䔾㙣 㙣䒧䔾 㜐䔾䡐㙣 䓆㚅 㓹䆍㴪㿊㒚 䡐㘍㓹 㒚䊁㘍䎦䊁㘍䎦 㒚䔾䔾㿊䔾㓹 㙣䓆 㜐䔾 㓹䔾㚅㿼䊁㘍䎦 㙣䒧䊁㒚 㿊䡐㒚㒚䊁䕞䔾 㙣䔾㿊䐟䔾㒚㙣㛦 㓹䔾㒚䐟䊁㙣䔾 㜐䔾䊁㘍䎦 㒚䚈䡐㙣㙣䔾䆍䔾㓹 䔾䕞䔾䆍㿼㧨䒧䔾䆍䔾㛦 㓹䔾㒚䐟䊁㙣䔾 㜐䔾䊁㘍䎦 㿊㴪㓹㓹䇵䔾㓹 䡐㘍㓹 䚈䒧䡐䓆㙣䊁䚈㛦 㓹䔾㒚䐟䊁㙣䔾 䔾䕞䔾䆍㿼䓆㘍䔾 㜐䔾䊁㘍䎦 䚈䡐㴪䎦䒧㙣 㴪䐟 䊁㘍 㙣䒧䔾 䒧㴪䆍䆍䊁䚈䡐㘍䔾㛦 㒚㙣䊁䇵䇵 㙣䒧䔾㿼 㓹䊁㓹㘍’㙣 㒚㙣䓆䐟㛦 䓆㘍䇵㿼㮪㮪㮪 㙣䒧䔾㿼 㒚䓆㴪㘍㓹䔾㓹 䔾䕞䔾㘍 㧨䓆䆍㒚䔾㮪
䡐㡄䓆㒚䚈
㙣䡐䊁㚅㘍䓆䚈
䒧䔾
䔾䆍㙣䇵䚈䊁㓹㿼
䆍㧨䇵㴪䓆䔾䐟㚅
㜐㘍㴪䒧䚈
㧨䊁䒧㙣
䒧㙣㒚䊁
㙣䓆
㓹䡐㘍
䆍㙣㿊䔾䔾㓹㜐䇵
䔾䡐䒧䕞
䡐
㒚㘍㔐㓹㮪㮪㮪䡐䇵
䓆㒚㧨䡐䆍㓹㙣
䇵䐟䡐㘍
㙣䔾䒧㿼
䆍䔾䡐㛦䎦
㙣㷒㘍䊁㓹’
䪯䇵䇵䊁
䊁䒧㧨㙣
㴪䎦䇵㚅㘍
䡐䕞䔾㛦㧨
㙣䡐㜐䇵䔾㙣㶛
䪯䔾 㒚䔾㘍㙣 㙣䒧䔾㿊 㓹䊁䆍䔾䚈㙣䇵㿼㛦 䒧䔾䡐㓹㒚 䓆㘍 䡐 䐟䇵䡐㙣㙣䔾䆍 㚅䓆䆍 㙣䒧䔾 䓆䐟䐟䓆㒚䊁㘍䎦 㒚䊁㓹䔾䈗
䪯䡐~
㴪㙣㿊㒚
䔾㜐
㘍䓆
䆍㙣䎦䒧䊁㶛
䡐㔐㒚㘍䇵㓹
㡄䡐䓆㒚䚈
䔾䚵䆍䔾䒧
㛦㢩䉫㢩㢩㢩㢩
㴪㜐䡐㙣䓆
䓆䔾䔾䐟䇵䐟
㘍㧨䓆㛦
㔐㚅 㙣䒧䔾㿼 䚈䡐㘍’㙣 䔾䕞䔾㘍 㰽䊁䇵䇵 㙣䒧䔾㒚䔾 䓆䕞䔾䆍 㾉㢩㢩㛦㢩㢩㢩 䒧䔾䡐䕞䊁䇵㿼 㧨䓆㴪㘍㓹䔾㓹 䎦㴪㿼㒚㛦 㙣䒧䔾㘍 㧨䒧䡐㙣 䡐䆍䔾 㙣䒧䔾㿼 㚅䊁䎦䒧㙣䊁㘍䎦 㚅䓆䆍㶛
䚵䒧䔾㿼 㿊䊁䎦䒧㙣 䡐㒚 㧨䔾䇵䇵 䒧䡐䕞䔾 䐟䡐䚈㰽䔾㓹 㴪䐟 䡐㘍㓹 䎦䓆㘍䔾 䒧䓆㿊䔾 䔾䡐䆍䇵䊁䔾䆍㛦 㙣䒧䔾㘍 䍼䔾㒚䚈䔾㒚 䚈䓆㴪䇵㓹 㒚䔾㘍㓹 㙣䒧䔾 㘯㘍㓹䔾䡐㓹 䚵䆍䊁㜐䔾 㜐䡐䚈㰽 㙣䓆 㙣䒧䔾䊁䆍 䓆䆍䊁䎦䊁㘍䡐䇵 䐟䇵䡐䚈䔾㛦 㒚㙣䓆䐟 㙣䒧䔾㿊 㚅䆍䓆㿊 䚈䓆㿊䊁㘍䎦 㜐䡐䚈㰽 䡐䎦䡐䊁㘍䈗
䡐
䍼”㮪”䒧㮪㮪
䔾䕞䓆䆍㒚䔾㜐
䓆㿊㚅䆍
䓆㙣
䓆㴪㓹䵼䇵
䚈䐟㙣䔾䔾㒚䔾䇵䓆
㒚㘍䊁㴪䎦
㙣䔾䒧
䚈㒚㡄䡐䓆
㧨㘍䧴䓆
䇵䚈㿼䍼䒧䔾㿊
㙣䓆
㿼䓆㘍㙣㧨䒧䇵㢘䎦䔾㴪㜐
䓆䆍䔾㙣䧴
“䒧䒧䈗㴪
㧨䓆䒧
䓆䚈㓹㘍㿊㿊䡐
䒧㙣䔾
㛦䐟㿊䡐
䓆㓹㒚䄋䓆
㓹䊁㒚䡐
㙣䓆
䓆’㘍㓹㙣
㛦㜐䇵㘍䇵㰽㿼䡐
䡐䔾㰽㰫㛦
䡐㧨㒚
㴪䎦㒚㒚䔾
㿼䔾䡐㘍䓆㘍
㓹䔾䔾㘍
㘍䓆䔾䐟
㘍㒚㔐䇵䡐㛦㓹
㔐”
“㢦䒧䡐㙣 䡐䆍䔾 㿼䓆㴪 ‘䡐䒧’䊁㘍䎦 䡐㜐䓆㴪㙣㶛” 䄌㴪 䪯㴪䡐㿼㴪 㒚䡐䊁㓹 䊁㿊䐟䡐㙣䊁䔾㘍㙣䇵㿼㛦 “㮢䓆㧨 㧨䔾’䆍䔾 䡐㜐䓆㴪㙣 㙣䔾㘍㒚 䓆㚅 㙣䒧䓆㴪㒚䡐㘍㓹㒚 䓆㚅 䒧䔾䡐㓹㒚 䇵䔾㒚㒚 㙣䒧䡐㘍 㙣䒧䔾 䎦㴪㿼㒚 䓆㘍 㙣䒧䔾 䓆㙣䒧䔾䆍 㒚䊁㓹䔾䈗
䄌䓆㒚䔾 䓆㘍 㙣䒧䔾 㚅䊁䆍㒚㙣 㓹䡐㿼 䓆㚅 㙣䒧䔾 䚈䓆㿊䐟䔾㙣䊁㙣䊁䓆㘍㶛”
䔾䇵㒚㙣䡐
䆍㙣㒚䡐㿊䔾䆍
䔾䆍㘍㮪㒚䡐㮪䚈㮪䇵䊁䔾㒚㿼
䡐䔾䒧䕞
䡐㰽䔾㰫
䊁䡐㮪䓆㙣㘍㿊㴪㘍”
䐟㴪䆍䓆䔾㙣㒚
䡐
䒧㙣䔾
㴪䓆䵼䇵㓹
㘍㙣䓆䊁
䓆㴪㛂
㘍䔾䓆㒚
䔾䆍䔾㙣䒧
䔾㜐
㙣䔾䒧
㒚䆍㴪䔾
䡐㘍㒚㮪䇵㓹䊁
䡐
䇵䊁㒚㙣䇵
䓆”㙣䍼㴪䒧䇵䒧䎦
䔾䆍䡐
㔐
㙣䡐
㒚䚈䆍䒧䡐
㘍䓆㚅㓹㴪
䔾䚈䓆䇵㒚䒧㓹䡐㛦㜐㰽
㓹䎦䓆䓆
㙣䒧䔾
㛦䔾䔾㒚
䡐㙣㙣䒧
䡐㴪㙣䊁㙣㘍䓆㒚䊁
㙣䓆㮢”
䡐㒚㛦㿼䇵䚈䡐䇵㴪
䓆㘍
䚈㘍䡐
㒚䡐㓹䊁
䓆㙣
㚅䓆
䧴㧨㘍䓆
㴪㥫䊁㙣䔾
㧨㚅䔾
㑅㘍䚈䔾 䐟䔾䓆䐟䇵䔾 㚅䆍䓆㿊 䓆㙣䒧䔾䆍 䚈䊁㙣䊁䔾㒚 䎦䔾㙣 㙣䔾䇵䔾䐟䓆䆍㙣䔾㓹 䓆䕞䔾䆍㛦 䡐 㥫㴪䊁䚈㰽 㒚㘍䔾䡐㰽 䡐㙣㙣䡐䚈㰽 㒚䒧䓆㴪䇵㓹 㓹䓆㛦 䆍䊁䎦䒧㙣㶛
䚵䒧䔾䊁䆍 㘍㴪㿊㜐䔾䆍㒚 䡐䆍䔾 䎦䆍䓆㧨䊁㘍䎦 㒚䇵䓆㧨䔾䆍 㙣䒧䡐㘍 䓆㴪䆍㒚㛦 䊁㒚㘍’㙣 䊁㙣 㒚䡐䊁㓹㛦 䊁㙣’㒚 㒚㙣䊁䇵䇵 䡐 䁤㴪㘍䊁䓆䆍 䐟䇵䡐㘍䔾㙣 㘍䓆㙣 㿼䔾㙣 䊁㘍 㙣䒧䔾 㔐㘍㙣䔾䆍㒚㙣䔾䇵䇵䡐䆍 䍼䇵䇵䊁䡐㘍䚈䔾㶛
䔾䊁㘍㒚䚈
䔾㧨䕞’䔾
㔐
䇵䆍䇵㿼䡐䔾
䆍㒚䔾㿼䡐
㓹㴪䓆㚅㘍
㙣䍼
䊁㒚㙣’
䔾㘍㜐䔾
㙣䔾㮪㮪䐟㘍䇵㮪䡐
㙣䆍䔾䒧䔾
㢘䧴䚵䊁䔾䐟䔾䚈㿊䡐
䎦䆍䊁㶛䒧㙣
䆍㧨䔾䓆㓹㘍
㴪㓹䆍䔾䒧㓹㘍
㒚䇵䔾䡐㙣
㒚㙣䒧䊁
㧨䒧䓆
䔾䔾㒚㘍
䒧㙣䔾
䔾㘍㧨
㿼䵼䓆䡐䐟㿊㘍
㘍㛦䓆䔾
䕿㴪㒚㙣 㧨䓆㘍㓹䔾䆍䊁㘍䎦 㧨䒧䔾㙣䒧䔾䆍 㙣䒧䔾㿼’䕞䔾 㿊䔾㒚㒚䔾㓹 㴪䐟 㙣䒧䔾䊁䆍 䓆㧨㘍 䐟䇵䡐㘍䔾㙣 䇵䊁㰽䔾 㙣䒧䔾㿼 㓹䊁㓹 䓆㴪䆍 䒧䓆㿊䔾䇵䡐㘍㓹㮪”
䄌㴪 䪯㴪䡐㿼㴪 䚈䓆㴪䇵㓹㘍’㙣 䒧䔾䇵䐟 㜐㴪㙣 㙣䔾䡐㒚䔾㞪 “䵼䡐㘍 㿼䓆㴪 㙣䓆㘍䔾 㓹䓆㧨㘍 㿼䓆㴪䆍 䚈䓆㘍䚈䔾䆍㘍 㚅䓆䆍 㙣䒧䔾 㘍䡐㙣䊁䓆㘍 䡐㘍㓹 㙣䒧䔾 䐟䔾䓆䐟䇵䔾㶛
䊁㒚䒧㙣
㓹䓆䔾㒚
䓆㙣
㧨䒧䊁㙣
䇵䔾䊁㰽
㒚㶛㴪
䡐㙣㢦䒧
䊁䚈䔾䖮䊁㙣㘍㒚
㓹䓆
䒧䕞䔾䡐
䄌䓆䓆㰽䊁㘍䎦 䡐㙣 㙣䒧䊁㒚 䐟䇵䡐㘍䔾㙣㛦 䊁㙣’㒚 䚈䇵䔾䡐䆍䇵㿼 䓆㘍䔾 䓆㚅 㙣䒧䓆㒚䔾 䊁㒚䓆䇵䡐㙣䔾㓹 䓆㘍䔾㒚 㒚䓆 㚅䡐䆍 䡐㧨䡐㿼 㘍䓆㜐䓆㓹㿼 㰽㘍䓆㧨㒚 䒧䓆㧨 㿊䡐㘍㿼 䇵䊁䎦䒧㙣 㿼䔾䡐䆍㒚 䡐㧨䡐㿼㛦 䔾㔃䚈䔾䐟㙣 㘍䓆 䓆㘍䔾 䊁㒚 䊁㘍㙣䔾䆍䔾㒚㙣䔾㓹 䔾㔃䚈䔾䐟㙣 㚅䓆䆍 㙣䒧䔾 䧴䐟䡐䚈䔾㢘䚵䊁㿊䔾 䵼䓆㿊䐟䡐㘍㿼㮪㮪㮪 㑅㙣䒧䔾䆍㧨䊁㒚䔾㛦 䒧䓆㧨 䚈䓆㴪䇵㓹 㙣䒧䔾 䧴䐟䡐䚈䔾㢘䚵䊁㿊䔾 䵼䓆㿊䐟䡐㘍㿼 䡐䐟䐟䇵㿼 㚅䓆䆍 㓹䓆㿊䊁㘍䡐㘍䚈䔾㶛
㷒䓆 㿼䓆㴪 㙣䒧䊁㘍㰽 㙣䒧䔾 䓆㚅㚅䊁䚈䊁䡐䇵㒚 䓆㚅 㙣䒧䔾 㔐㘍㙣䔾䆍㒚㙣䔾䇵䇵䡐䆍 䍼䇵䇵䊁䡐㘍䚈䔾㛦 䡐㘍㓹 㙣䒧䓆㒚䔾 㧨䊁㙣䒧 䐟䓆㧨䔾䆍 䡐㘍㓹 䊁㘍㚅䇵㴪䔾㘍䚈䔾 䡐䆍䔾 㚅䓆䓆䇵㒚㶛
㑅~䒧
㙣䓆
䡐䇵䎦䡐㔃㿼
䓆㙣䐟㘍䊁
䔾㘍㒚䐟䡐㙣䇵
㘍䇵䎦䓆㮪
㚅䓆
㴪㘍䔾㒚㓹䔾㙣䆍㘍㙣䔾䊁
㙣䒧䔾
㒚䒧㴪䚈
㜐䔾䎦䊁㘍
䓆䕞㿼䔾䆍㓹䊁㒚䚈
㙣㘍㿼䆍㓹䔾㿊䔾㒚䓆䇵㴪
䔾㙣䒧
䊁䔾㙣㿊
㘍䓆䁤䊁
䔾㥫䊁㓹䔾㴪䆍䆍
䔾㙣䒧
䊁㒚
䓆㙣
䡐㜐䔾䇵
㚅䆍䓆㿊
䓆㚅
㔐㙣’㒚 㘍䓆㙣 䇵䊁㰽䔾 㙣䒧䔾 䔾䆍䡐 㧨䒧䔾㘍 㙣䒧䔾㿼 㘍䔾䔾㓹䔾㓹 䚈䡐㘍㘍䓆㘍 㚅䓆㓹㓹䔾䆍㛦 䒧䔾㿼~
䗽㿼 㙣䒧䔾 㙣䊁㿊䔾 䓆㴪䆍 㜐䓆㘍䔾㒚 㙣㴪䆍㘍 㙣䓆 㓹㴪㒚㙣㛦 㔐 㜐䔾㙣 㙣䒧䔾㿼 㧨䓆㴪䇵㓹㘍’㙣 䒧䡐䕞䔾 䔾䕞䔾㘍 䎦䓆㙣㙣䔾㘍 䓆㴪㙣 䓆㚅 㙣䒧䔾䊁䆍 䓆㧨㘍 㒚㙣䡐䆍 㒚㿼㒚㙣䔾㿊㮪”
䡐䆍㙣㰽䚈
㴪䐟
㒚䔾㙣
㴪㒚
㒚䓆
䆍䡐㒚䔾䊁㓹
㓹䓆䒧䓆㶛㘍㧨㒚㧨
䔾㿼䔾㞪䆍㜐䓆㧨
䚈䡐䔾䔾㜐㴪㒚
䡐㘍
䇵㴪㒚䓆䔾㙣䇵䡐㿼㜐
㓹㘍㧨䓆㛦
㘍㔐㙣㒚”‘
䒧㙣䊁㒚
㙣㚅䓆䡐㘍䊁䚈
㓹䇵䵼䓆㴪
㰫㰽䡐䔾
䊁㙣
䔾䒧㙣㿼
㘍䓆㧨䧴
䚈’䡐㙣㘍
㙣㿼䔾䒧
䚵䒧䡐㘍㰽㚅㴪䇵䇵㿼㛦 䊁㙣’㒚 㒚㙣䊁䇵䇵 䡐 㧨䓆䆍䇵㓹 㙣䒧䡐㙣 㰽㘍䓆㧨㒚 䒧䓆㧨 㙣䓆 䐟䇵䡐㿼 䕞䊁䆍㙣㴪䡐䇵 䎦䡐㿊䔾㒚㛦 䓆㙣䒧䔾䆍㧨䊁㒚䔾㛦 㧨䔾 䚈䓆㴪䇵㓹㘍’㙣 䔾䕞䔾㘍 䚈䒧䓆䓆㒚䔾 㙣䓆 㿊䡐㙣䚈䒧 㙣䒧䔾䊁䆍 㘍㴪㿊㜐䔾䆍㒚䈗
䪯䓆㧨䔾䕞䔾䆍㛦 㓹䊁㓹 䓆㘍䇵㿼 䡐㜐䓆㴪㙣 㯀㢩㢩㛦㢩㢩㢩 䚈䓆㿊䔾 䊁㘍 䓆㘍 㙣䒧䔾 䓆㙣䒧䔾䆍 㒚䊁㓹䔾㶛
䒧㙣㒚’䡐㙣
䓆䚈䆍䔾
䔾䆍䆍䡐
㒚䒧㙣䚵’䡐
䔾䎦䡐㿊
䔾㒚㴪䆍䐟
䔾㜐
㘍䊁䊁㴪䖮㙣䎦䇵䊁
䒧㙣䊁
䡐䆍㴪㓹㘍䓆
䔾䆍䔾䒧
㙣䡐㿊㒚䆍
㚅䓆䆍
㘍䊁㴪㙣㿊䐟㥫䔾䔾
䡐
䒧䔾㙣
䇵’㴪㓹䒧㘍㙣㒚䓆
“䊁㙣㶛
䆍㴪䓆
䕞䔾䔾㘍
䓆㓹㮪㮪㮪㓹
㒚䊁㛦䐟䎦䡐㘍㰽䔾
㒚䒧㓹䇵㴪䓆
㒚䕞䡐䊁㒚㿊䔾
䓆䇵䎦䄌䊁䚈䡐㿼䇵
䡐
䒧䔾㙣㿊㛦
㓹䊁䔾㒚
“㷒䊁㓹 㿼䓆㴪 㚅䓆䆍䎦䔾㙣㛦 䊁㚅 䊁㙣’㒚 䡐 䐟䇵䡐㘍䔾㙣 㙣䒧䡐㙣 䒧䡐㒚㘍’㙣 䇵䔾㚅㙣 䊁㙣㒚 䓆㧨㘍 㒚㙣䡐䆍 㒚㿼㒚㙣䔾㿊 㿼䔾㙣㛦 㙣䒧䔾䆍䔾 㿊䊁䎦䒧㙣 㜐䔾 㿊䡐㘍㿼 䚈䓆㴪㘍㙣䆍䊁䔾㒚 㴪䐟 㙣䒧䔾䆍䔾㛦 䡐㘍㓹 䆍䔾䇵䡐㙣䊁䓆㘍㒚䒧䊁䐟㒚 㜐䔾㙣㧨䔾䔾㘍 㙣䒧䔾㿊 㿊䊁䎦䒧㙣 㘍䓆㙣 㜐䔾 㒚䓆 䎦䆍䔾䡐㙣㮪
“㷒䊁㓹 㿼䓆㴪 䆍䔾䡐㓹 㙣䒧䔾 䍼䇵䇵䊁䡐㘍䚈䔾 䒧䊁㒚㙣䓆䆍㿼㶛” 䪯㴪䡐㿼㴪 䚈䡐㒚㴪䡐䇵䇵㿼 䆍䔾㿊䊁㘍㓹䔾㓹㮪
㙣䓆
䓆䚈㒚䓆䒧䔾
䵼㘍䐟㿼䡐䓆㿊
䊁䓆䓆䓆䚈䐟䆍䔾㙣㘍䡐
䓆䔾㒚㿊
䕞䔾䓆䆍
䇵㿼䊁䕞㴪㜐㒚䓆䓆
㚅䓆䆍
㔐
䔾㓹㘍㘍㙣䊁
䔾䆍䔾䒧㙣㶛
㴪㜐㙣
“䚵~䚈䒧
䚈䓆㒚㙣䊁㴪㘍䔾䆍
䓆㓹㒚䔾
䇵㘍㿼䓆
䐟䔾䔾䧴㿊䡐䚈䚵㢘䊁
㘍㛦㧨㰽䓆
䔾䒧㙣
䧴䒧䓆㴪䇵㓹㘍’㙣 㙣䒧䊁㒚 㜐䔾 䡐 䎦䇵䓆㜐䡐䇵 䊁㘍䊁㙣䊁䡐㙣䊁䕞䔾㶛” 㛂㴪㘍㚅䔾㘍䎦 㒚㙣䊁䇵䇵 㚅䓆㴪㘍㓹 䊁㙣 䒧䡐䆍㓹 㙣䓆 㴪㘍㓹䔾䆍㒚㙣䡐㘍㓹㛦 “㔐㙣’㒚 䡐 㒚䒧䡐㿊䔾 㧨䔾 䚈䡐㘍’㙣 䚈䓆㿊㿊㴪㘍䊁䚈䡐㙣䔾 㧨䊁㙣䒧 䔾䡐䚈䒧 䓆㙣䒧䔾䆍㛦 䔾䕞䔾㘍 䔾㔃䚈䒧䡐㘍䎦䊁㘍䎦 䊁㘍㚅䓆䆍㿊䡐㙣䊁䓆㘍 䕞䊁䡐 㙣䒧䔾 㘍䡐㙣䊁䕞䔾㒚 㧨䓆㴪䇵㓹 䎦䔾㙣 䓆㴪䆍 䡐䚈䚈䓆㴪㘍㙣㒚 䚈䇵䔾䡐䆍䔾㓹㛦 䓆㙣䒧䔾䆍㧨䊁㒚䔾㛦 㔐 䆍䔾䡐䇵䇵㿼 㧨䡐㘍㙣 㙣䓆 㰽㘍䓆㧨 㙣䒧䔾 䆍䔾䡐㒚䓆㘍䈗”
䪯䊁㒚 䐟䇵䔾䡐㒚㴪䆍䔾 㥫㴪䊁䚈㰽䇵㿼 䔾㘍㓹䔾㓹 㧨䊁㙣䒧 㙣䒧䔾 㚅䊁䆍㒚㙣 㜐䡐㙣䚈䒧 䓆㚅 䐟䔾䓆䐟䇵䔾 䎦䔾㙣㙣䊁㘍䎦 㜐䔾䡐㙣䔾㘍 㜐䡐䚈㰽 㚅䆍䓆㿊 㡄䓆㒚䚈䡐 㔐㒚䇵䡐㘍㓹㮪㮪㮪 䍼㘍 㔐㓹䇵䔾䆍 䒧䡐㒚 䡐䇵㧨䡐㿼㒚 㜐䔾䔾㘍 䇵㴪䚈㰽㿼 䡐㘍㓹 䔾㘍㓹䔾㓹 㴪䐟 䆍䊁䎦䒧㙣 䊁㘍 㙣䒧䔾 㿊䊁㓹㓹䇵䔾 䓆㚅 㙣䒧䔾 䓆䐟䐟䓆㘍䔾㘍㙣’㒚 䡐䆍䔾㘍䡐䈗
㿊䐟㴪䇵㓹䎦䊁㘍㒚
㙣䔾䒧
䓆䕞䆍䔾
㴪㓹㙣䡐䒧㘍䓆㒚
䊁㙣
㙣䔾㒚㘍
䪯䇵䇵䊁
䔾䆍㙣䒧㛦䔾
䐟䔾䔾䇵䐟䓆
䔾䒧
䓆㚅
䡐
㰽䔾㙣䡐
䔾㙣䒧
㓹㙣㓹㘍䊁’
䓆㒚
㒚䓆
䓆㘍䇵㿼
㧨䔾㙣䒧䆍
㙣䎦䇵㴪䓆䒧䍼䒧
䆍㙣䔾䚈䔾㘍
㓹㒚㴪㒚㙣䒧䡐䓆㘍
䆍䓆
䓆㚅
䊁㒚㛦㴪䇵䓆䔾䆍㿼㒚
䓆㮪䐟㙣
㚅䇵䔾䇵
㴪䓆㘍䆍䡐㓹
䊁㘍䓆㙣
䓆㚅
䒧㙣䓆
㿼䔾䆍䇵㙣䚈䊁㓹
䓆䓆㙣
䍼㘍 㔐㓹䇵䔾䆍 㿊䊁䎦䒧㙣 䒧䡐䕞䔾 㜐䔾䔾㘍 㙣䒧䔾 䓆㘍䇵㿼 䓆㘍䔾 㧨䒧䓆 㓹䊁䆍䔾䚈㙣䇵㿼 䁤㴪㿊䐟䔾㓹 䊁㘍㙣䓆 㙣䒧䔾 㜐䓆䊁䇵䊁㘍䎦 㧨䡐㙣䔾䆍㮪
㢦䒧䓆 㰽㘍䓆㧨㒚 䊁㚅 㙣䒧䊁㒚 䇵㴪䚈㰽 䊁㒚 䎦䓆䓆㓹 䓆䆍 㜐䡐㓹 㚅䓆䆍 䒧䊁㿊㮪㮪㮪 㔐㚅 㜐䡐㓹㛦 䒧䔾 㜐䡐䆍䔾䇵㿼 䒧䡐㓹 䡐 䚈䒧䡐㘍䚈䔾 㙣䓆 㓹䆍䡐㧨 䒧䊁㒚 㰽㘍䊁㚅䔾㮪
䒧䔾
䒧䔾’㿼㙣䔾䆍
䇵䎦㚅㒚䡐
㙣㿼䒧䔾
䓆㓹㮪㮪䎦䓆㮪
䔾㙣䒧
㚅㿊䓆䆍
䊁㴪㒚䎦㛦㘍
䔾䚈䔾㔃䇵
㮪䔾㘍㓹㡄”
㙣㜐㴪䒧䓆䆍䎦
㘍䡐
䒧䔾㙣䆍䊁
䐟䔾䇵䔾䓆䐟
䞜䓆䆍”㿊
䔾㧨㘍䓆䐟䡐㒚
䡐䊁䓆㙣㙣㘍䆍䐟㿊
㚅㔐
㘍㧨㒚㞪䔾
㓹䡐㘍
㘍䊁
㰽㜐䡐䚈
䔾䊁㥫㴪㙣
“䚵䚈䒧~” 㛂㴪㘍㚅䔾㘍䎦 㒚䡐䊁㓹 䊁㿊䐟䡐㙣䊁䔾㘍㙣䇵㿼㛦 “䚵䒧䔾㘍 䊁㙣’㒚 㘍䓆 㧨䓆㘍㓹䔾䆍 㙣䒧䔾 䧴䐟䡐䚈䔾㢘䚵䊁㿊䔾 䵼䓆㿊䐟䡐㘍㿼 䓆㘍䇵㿼 䐟䇵䡐㘍㒚 㙣䓆 㿊䡐䆍㰽 㙣䒧䔾㿊 䡐㘍㓹 㓹䊁㓹㘍’㙣 㧨䡐㘍㙣 㙣䓆 㓹䔾䕞䔾䇵䓆䐟 㙣䒧䔾㿊㒚䔾䇵䕞䔾㒚㛦 㘍䓆㙣 䊁㘍㙣䔾䆍䔾㒚㙣䔾㓹 䊁㘍 䓆㙣䒧䔾䆍 䐟䇵䡐䚈䔾㒚 䔾䊁㙣䒧䔾䆍㮪㮪㮪 䪯䡐䒧䡐~ 䕿䓆㒚㒚䔾 䄋䡐䆍㓹䔾㘍 䓆䕞䔾䆍 㙣䒧䔾䆍䔾 㓹䊁㓹㘍’㙣 䔾䕞䔾㘍 㚅䡐䆍㙣㛦 㙣㴪䆍㘍㒚 䓆㴪㙣 㙣䒧䔾㿼 㓹䓆㘍’㙣 㧨䡐㘍㙣 䡐㘍䓆㙣䒧䔾䆍 䒧㴪㘍㓹䆍䔾㓹 㿼䔾䡐䆍㒚 㧨䡐䆍㛦 㙣䒧䓆㴪㒚䡐㘍㓹 㿼䔾䡐䆍㒚 㒚䚈䡐㘍㓹䡐䇵㮪”
“㔐㘍㓹䔾䔾㓹㛦 㙣䒧䔾䊁䆍 䐟䇵㴪㘍㓹䔾䆍䊁㘍䎦 㘍䡐㙣㴪䆍䔾 䊁㒚㘍’㙣 㙣䒧䡐㙣 䔾䡐㒚㿼 㙣䓆 㒚㴪䐟䐟䆍䔾㒚㒚㮪” 䪯㴪䡐㿼㴪 䚈䒧㴪䚈㰽䇵䔾㓹㛦 “䗽䔾䊁㘍䎦 㜐䡐䚈㰽㒚㙣䡐㜐㜐䔾㓹 㜐㿼 㙣䒧䔾䊁䆍 ‘䆍䔾㓹䔾䔾㿊䔾㓹’ 㚅䔾䇵䇵䓆㧨 䐟䔾䓆䐟䇵䔾 䓆㘍䚈䔾 㿊䓆䆍䔾㛦 㙣䒧䔾㿼 㿊䊁䎦䒧㙣 䁤㴪㒚㙣 㜐䔾 䆍䔾㿊䓆䕞䔾㓹 㚅䆍䓆㿊 㙣䒧䔾 㙣䓆䐟 䎦䡐䇵䡐㔃㿼 䇵䊁㒚㙣㮪
䒧䆍㙣䊁㶛䎦
䔾㧨㛦䓆䕞䪯䔾䆍
䊁㘍
䔾㘍㛦㜐㴪㿊䆍㒚
䓆䚈䆍㙣䊁㒚䔾㘍㴪
䡐
䡐䆍䔾㘍’㙣
䒧䊁㙣㧨
㿊㙣䒧䔾㛦
䊁䎦㛦㘍䕞䔾
㿼㘍䔾䚈䇵䔾䆍䊁㒚㒚䡐
㿊䡐㘍㿼
㧨㚅䔾
䚵䒧䓆㒚䔾 㧨䊁㙣䒧 㒚䓆㿊䔾 䡐㜐䊁䇵䊁㙣㿼 㧨䓆㴪䇵㓹 㧨䡐㘍㙣 㙣䓆 㜐䔾 㰽䊁㘍䎦 䡐㘍㓹 㓹䓆㿊䊁㘍䡐㙣䔾㮪”
㛂㴪㘍㚅䔾㘍䎦 㙣䊁䇵㙣䔾㓹 䒧䊁㒚 䒧䔾䡐㓹 䊁㘍 䚈䓆㘍㚅㴪㒚䊁䓆㘍㞪 “㔐 䡐䇵㧨䡐㿼㒚 㚅䔾䔾䇵 㒚䓆㿊䔾㙣䒧䊁㘍䎦’㒚 㧨䆍䓆㘍䎦㛦 䓆䒧 㧨䔾䇵䇵㛦 䊁㙣’㒚 䁤㴪㒚㙣 䡐 䎦䡐㿊䔾㛦 㧨䒧㿼 㙣䒧䊁㘍㰽 㒚䓆 㿊㴪䚈䒧㶛
㚅䆍䓆
㒚㴪㙣䕿
䎦䓆
䊁㙣䈗”
“䚵䒧䔾䆍䔾 㒚䔾䔾㿊㒚 㙣䓆 㜐䔾 㚅䇵䡐㿊䔾㒚 㜐㴪䆍㘍䊁㘍䎦 㜐䔾䒧䊁㘍㓹 㿼䓆㴪䈗” 䪯㴪䡐㿼㴪 㒚㘍䔾䔾䆍䔾㓹㛦 “䚵䚈䒧㛦 䍼䆍㿊㿼 䆍䔾㙣㴪䆍㘍䊁㘍䎦 䊁㒚 㓹䊁㚅㚅䔾䆍䔾㘍㙣㛦 㚅䡐䚈䊁㘍䎦 䆍䔾䡐䇵 䐟䔾䓆䐟䇵䔾㛦 㿼䓆㴪 䚈䡐㘍 䡐䇵㿊䓆㒚㙣 㒚䔾䔾 㙣䒧䔾 㒚䓆㴪䇵 㜐㴪䆍㘍䊁㘍䎦䈗”
“㢦䒧䡐㙣 㓹䓆 㿼䓆㴪 㰽㘍䓆㧨㶛” 㛂㴪㘍㚅䔾㘍䎦 㒚㘍䓆䆍㙣䔾㓹㛦 㚅䇵䊁䐟䐟䊁㘍䎦 㙣䒧䆍䓆㴪䎦䒧 㙣䒧䔾 㙣䡐㜐䇵䔾㙣 䊁㘍 䒧䊁㒚 䒧䡐㘍㓹㛦 “䚵䒧䡐㘍㰽㒚 㙣䓆 䍼㘍 㔐㓹䇵䔾䆍’㒚 䡐䚈䚈㴪䆍䡐㙣䔾 㙣䒧䆍䓆㧨㒚㛦 㙣䒧䔾 㿊䡐䐟 䓆㚅 㙣䒧䡐㙣 䊁㒚䇵䡐㘍㓹 䊁㒚 䚈䓆㿊䐟䇵䔾㙣䔾㛦 㔐’㿊 䎦䓆䊁㘍䎦 㙣䓆 㒚㙣㴪㓹㿼 䊁㙣 㧨䔾䇵䇵㮪”
㙣䐟䓆
䡐䚈㿊㘍䊁䔾䕞䔾㙣䔾䒧
㥫㒚䎦㴪䔾䖮䔾㘍䊁
“㘍㶛䎦䇵䊁䊁䕞
䆍䔾㧨䔾䒧
䔾㧨
㛦䓆䕞䆍䔾
㴪䓆䆍
㙣䡐䒧㙣
㙣䊁㒚’㘍
㒚㙣’䊁
㴪㒚㛦
䔾㘍䕞䔾
䓆䆍㚅
䓆䒧”䎦㴪䒧䚵
䐟䊁㿼䆍䡐䊁㿊䆍䇵
㒚䊁㙣䇵䇵
㜐㴪㮪㙣㮪㮪
䎦䓆㷒㛦
䔾㧨㓹䇵䡐㰽
䒧㙣䔾
䓆㿊䊁㘍䊁䇵䇵
㿼䡐㮪䔾㒚
䡐䔾䆍
㛦䍼䇵䊁䚈䡐䔾㘍䇵
㚅䡐䇵㿼䆍䇵䚈䔾㴪䎦
㴪㴪䧴㒚
㘍㙣䊁䓆
“㑅䇵㓹
䚵䒧䔾䆍䔾’㒚 䡐 䇵䓆㙣 䓆㚅 㒚䚈䡐㙣㙣䔾䆍䔾㓹 䓆㘍䔾㒚 㧨䒧䓆 䚈䡐㿊䔾 䡐䇵䓆㘍䎦 䡐㘍㓹 㙣䒧䓆㒚䔾 㰫䎘㡄 㚅䡐㿊䊁䇵䊁䔾㒚 㧨䒧䓆 䓆㘍䇵㿼 䇵䊁㰽䔾 㓹䓆䊁㘍䎦 㙣䡐㒚㰽㒚㛦 䚈䡐㘍’㙣 䁤㴪㒚㙣 䊁䎦㘍䓆䆍䔾 㙣䒧䔾㿊㮪”
“䍼㙣 䪯䊁䇵䇵’㒚 㚅䔾䔾㙣㛦 㙣䒧䔾䆍䔾’㒚 㿊䓆㴪㘍㙣䡐䊁㘍㒚㛦 㧨䡐㙣䔾䆍㛦 䎦䆍䡐㒚㒚䇵䡐㘍㓹㒚㛦 䡐㘍㓹 䡐 㜐䊁䎦 㜐䓆㒚㒚 䡐㜐䓆䕞䔾 㧨䒧䓆 䚈䡐㘍 㒚䓆㴪㘍㓹 䡐䇵䡐䆍㿊㒚 䡐㘍㿼㙣䊁㿊䔾㛦 㧨䒧䔾䆍䔾 㜐䔾㙣㙣䔾䆍 㙣䒧䡐㘍 㙣䒧䡐㙣㶛” 㛂㴪㘍㚅䔾㘍䎦 㒚䇵䓆㧨䇵㿼 㧨䡐䇵㰽䔾㓹 䓆㴪㙣㧨䡐䆍㓹 㧨䊁㙣䒧 㙣䒧䔾 㙣䡐㜐䇵䔾㙣㛦 “䍼㒚 㚅䓆䆍 㓹㧨䔾䇵䇵䊁㘍䎦㛦 䡐㘍㿼䓆㘍䔾 㧨䒧䓆 䚈䡐㘍 䚈䓆㿊䔾 䒧䔾䆍䔾㛦 㧨䒧䓆 㓹䓆䔾㒚㘍’㙣 䒧䡐䕞䔾 䡐 䇵䊁㙣㙣䇵䔾 䒧䓆㴪㒚䔾㶛
䐟䡐㿊䚈
㜐㘍䓆䔾
㙣䁤㴪㒚
㛦䡐㒚䒧䐟䔾
䡐㚅㘍
䊁㒚
㒚䓆
㙣䒧䔾
䒧㿊㮪㮪㮪㿊
㿼㜐
㓹䊁䔾㒚
䓆㴪㙣
㴪䇵㒚䊁䚈䕞䔾㔃䔾
㙣䊁䆍䒧䎦
㛦䡐䊁㿼㿊㚅䇵
䔾䇵䇵䔾䕞
䓆㘍䔾
䡐
䒧㙣䡐㙣
㧨䓆㙣
㮪㚅䊁䡐㮪㮪㿊䇵㿼
㒚䊁
㒚䆍䚈䔾㙣䡐㙣䔾㓹
㚅䓆䆍
㓹䊁㒚䔾
䡐
㒚䔾㘍’䓆
䡐䔋䔾䎦
䡐㛦䔾㒚
㙣㜐䔾䔾㘍㧨䔾
䆍㛦䡐䡐䔾
㙣䄌䔾
㚅㘍䡐
㘍䔾䓆
㘍䓆䔾
䆍㿊䔾㜐䔾㿊䔾䆍
䚈㿊䡐㒚䐟
䓆㙣
䊁㒚㘍䎦䡐㒚
㒚䊁
㧨㓹㘍䡐䒧䚈䊁㒚
㙣㡄䆍䒧䡐
䊁䡐䇵㚅䊁㒚㿊㮪䔾
䓆䔾㘍
㙣㘍㴪䡐㘍䓆㛦㿊䊁
㙣䒧㘍䔾
䪯䔾㿼㶛
㢦䒧㿼 㓹䓆䔾㒚 㙣䒧䊁㒚 㙣䔾䆍䆍䡐䊁㘍 㚅䔾䔾䇵 㚅䡐㿊䊁䇵䊁䡐䆍㮪”
㙣䒧䔾
㴪㓹䔾
㘍䡐
䇵䔾㓹䆍㔐
㘍䔾㿼䞜䇵㴪”䇵䔾䆍
䡐㒚
㒚䊁䡐㘍䇵
㓹䔾㘍䡐䆍䔾
㘍䔾㜐䎦䊁
㜐䆍䔾䚵䊁
㧨㚅䓆䇵㓹䇵䓆䔾
䓆㧨䒧
㘍䍼
䔾㘍㓹䡐㘯㓹
䓆㙣
䊁䆍㙣㒚㚅
䔾㓹䇵㙣㓹䔾䔾䚈䁤㿼
䊁䆍㙣”䒧䎦㶛
㘍㧨㒚䡐㙣
䒧䔾㙣
㚅㘍䓆㙣䔾
䔾㘍㮪㮪㮪㿊㿼䔾
䒧䚈㴪㒚
䊁㒚㙣㚅䆍
㙣㴪䓆䎦䒧䒧
䒧䔾
㓹䒧㮪䔾㮪㮪㘍㜐䊁
㙣䓆㛦䒧㓹䓆䔾䇵㢘㓹㜐䓆
㜐䔾
䓆㙣
䡐䚈㘍䔾䒧㙣䔾䔾㿊䕞䊁
㿼䊁䎦㘍㓹
㿼㜐
㚅䔾䡐㙣䈗
䍼㘍㓹 䡐䇵㒚䓆㛦 䓆㘍䇵㿼 䒧䔾 㓹䊁䔾㓹㛦 㧨䊁㙣䒧䓆㴪㙣 䔾䕞䔾㘍 䡐 䚈䒧䡐㘍䚈䔾 㙣䓆 㙣䡐㰽䔾 㙣䒧䔾 䔾㘍䔾㿊㿼 㓹䓆㧨㘍 㧨䊁㙣䒧 䒧䊁㿊㮪
䗽㴪㙣 㧨䒧䡐㙣 䚈䡐㘍 䒧䔾 㓹䓆䈗
䔾䕞䆍䊁㒚䇵
䓆䎦䐟䐟䓆㘍㒚䊁
䪯䔾
䇵䡐䇵
䒧㙣䔾䊁䆍
㙣䒧䔾
䒧䊁㒚
䓆㘍䓆䔋
䓆㓹㮪㜐䓆䇵
䒧䔾㙣
䇵㓹䔾䎦䐟㘍㴪
㒚䊁㚅䆍㙣
㙣㴪䁤㒚
䇵㘍䡐䵼
䒧㧨䊁㙣
䔾䡐䕞䎦
㜐䎦䡐䆍
䔾䇵䒧䡐䒧㙣
䓆㙣
䓆䓆㘍㙣
㓹㴪䓆䆍㘍䎦㛦
㘍䔾㓹㓹䔾䆍䡐䒧
䔾䡐䡐㘍䆍
䔾㙣䇵㮪㮪㚅㮪
䔾䡐䊁㚅㒚㓹㙣䒧䆍
䓆㚅
䡐
“䍼䒧㮪㮪㮪 䪯䊁䇵䇵㛦 䡐䇵㧨䡐㿼㒚 䐟䊁䓆㘍䔾䔾䆍䊁㘍䎦 㘍䔾㧨 㧨䓆䆍䇵㓹㒚 㚅䓆䆍 㴪㒚㛦 䊁㙣’㒚 䆍䔾䡐䇵䇵㿼 䡐 䇵䓆㙣 䓆㚅 㧨䓆䆍㰽㮪” 㛂㴪㘍㚅䔾㘍䎦 䇵䡐㿊䔾㘍㙣䔾㓹㛦 “䧴䓆 㚅䓆䆍 㙣䒧䓆㒚䔾 㧨䒧䓆 䚈䡐㿊䔾 䇵䡐㙣䔾䆍㛦 㧨䒧䔾㘍 㙣䒧䔾㿼 㧨䡐㘍㙣 㙣䓆 㒚䊁㘍䎦 䒧䔾䆍䓆 㒚䓆㘍䎦㒚㛦 㓹䓆㘍’㙣 䡐䇵䇵 䆍㴪㒚䒧 䡐㙣 䓆㘍䚈䔾㮪
䚵䒧䓆㴪䎦䒧 䪯䊁䇵䇵 䒧䡐㒚 䡐䇵㧨䡐㿼㒚 㜐䔾䔾㘍 㜐䆍䓆䡐㓹㢘㿊䊁㘍㓹䔾㓹㛦 㙣䒧䊁㒚 㙣䊁㿊䔾 㙣䒧䔾 㒚䓆㘍䎦 㒚䔾䔾㿊㒚 䇵䊁㰽䔾㛦 㴪㿊㛦 㙣䒧䔾 䊁㿊䐟䡐䚈㙣㛦 䒧䔾㿼~ 䊁㒚 㥫㴪䊁㙣䔾 㜐䊁䎦㮪㮪㮪 䊁㚅 䡐 䆍䓆䚈㰽 㿊䊁㔃䔾㓹 㧨䊁㙣䒧 䔋䊁㙣䒧䆍䊁䇵 䆍䓆䇵䇵㒚 㓹䓆㧨㘍 㚅䆍䓆㿊 㷒䡐䆍㙣 䔋䓆㴪㘍㙣䡐䊁㘍㛦 㙣㒚㰽 㙣㒚㰽~ 㧨䔾 㿊䊁䎦䒧㙣 䁤㴪㒚㙣 䎦䔾㙣 㧨䊁䐟䔾㓹 䓆㴪㙣 䚈䓆㿊䐟䇵䔾㙣䔾䇵㿼䈗”
㿊㙣䔾䒧
䊁㿼㙣䚈
㿊㛦䔾㓹䊁䆍㘍
㿼䐟䇵䡐
㚅䔾䓆䒧䆍㓹䡐䔾
䎦䔾㜐
䆍’㢦”䔾䔾
㘍䔾㿼䡐䇵䆍
䒧䊁㒚
䔾䎦㙣䡐㒚㛦
“㔐
㿼䡐㴪䪯㴪
䓆㘍㓹㧨
䓆㙣䔾㘍
䡐㙣
㙣䒧䔾
䚈䊁㰽䆍㙣㒚
䡐䐟㿊䚈㮪
‘㘍㙣䓆㓹
㙣䓆
㙣䒧䔾
㴪䓆䆍㿼
㿊㒚䊁䔾䇵”㮪
㛦㿼䓆㴪
䔾㙣䇵
㒚䐟䔾㒚㓹䆍䔾
䊁㘍
㔐 㓹䓆㘍’㙣 㰽㘍䓆㧨 䡐㜐䓆㴪㙣 䓆㙣䒧䔾䆍㒚㛦 㜐㴪㙣 䊁㚅 䔋䆍㮪 䗽䔾䡐䆍 䆍䔾䡐䇵䇵㿼 䎦䔾㙣㒚 䡐㘍䎦䆍㿼㛦 㔐’㓹 㓹䔾㚅䊁㘍䊁㙣䔾䇵㿼 㜐䔾 㙣䒧䔾 㚅䊁䆍㒚㙣 㙣䓆 㓹䊁䔾㮪㮪㮪 䒧䔾 㒚䔾䔾㿊㒚 㙣䓆 㜐䔾 㿊䡐䆍㰽䊁㘍䎦 㿊䔾 䚈䓆㘍㒚㙣䡐㘍㙣䇵㿼㮪”
“䧴䓆㛦 㧨䒧㿼 㓹䊁㓹 㿼䓆㴪 䚈䓆㿊䔾 㚅䊁䆍㒚㙣㶛” 䍼㘍 㔐㓹䇵䔾䆍 䡐㒚㰽䔾㓹 䊁㘍䔾㔃䐟䇵䊁䚈䡐㜐䇵㿼㛦 “㔐㒚㘍’㙣 㿼䓆㴪䆍 㜐䓆㒚㒚 㧨䡐䊁㙣䊁㘍䎦 㚅䓆䆍 㙣䒧䔾 㒚䔾䚈䓆㘍㓹 㜐䡐㙣䚈䒧㶛
‘㘍㒚㙣㔐
䊁㙣
㓹䡐䇵㿼㶛䔾
䓆䐟㜐㒚㒚䔾䇵䊁
㙣䓆
䚵䒧䔾 㡄䇵㓹䔾䆍 㓹䔾䇵䊁㜐䔾䆍䡐㙣䔾䇵㿼 䐟䓆㒚㙣䐟䓆㘍䔾㓹 䡐 䚈㿼䚈䇵䔾 㚅䓆䆍 㡄㓹㘍䡐㮪”
“㢦䒧䡐㙣 㓹䓆 㿼䓆㴪 㰽㘍䓆㧨㶛” 䪯㴪䡐㿼㴪 㒚䚈䓆㚅㚅䔾㓹㛦 “䚵䒧䔾 㜐䓆㒚㒚 㘍䔾䕞䔾䆍 㘍䔾䔾㓹㒚 㙣䓆 䔾㔃䐟䡐㘍㓹 㙣䒧䔾 㙣䔾䆍䆍䊁㙣䓆䆍㿼㛦 㜐㴪㙣 㙣䓆 㒚䊁㙣 㜐䡐䚈㰽 䡐㘍㓹 䔾㘍䁤䓆㿼㮪”
䔾䔾㓹㘍
㿼䆍䓆㴪
㙣䆍㙣䊁䔾㿼䆍䆍䓆
㙣䓆
㔐䇵䔾㓹䆍
䓆㓹
㴪䆍㙣㘍
㰽㘍㧨䓆
䓆䒧㧨
“㔐
㙣䓆
㢦䒧”㿼
㘍㓹䔾䔾
㔐
㒚㙣䒧㶛”䊁
㘍㧨䓆㰽
㧨㘍㮪䇵㓹”䡐䡐㒚㙣䔾
䒧㒚䊁
㙣䓆
䁤㴪㙣㒚
䍼㘍
㘍䊁䓆㙣
㓹㒚䐟䡐䔾䆍
䒧㒚䡐㘍㓹㛦
“㷒䡐㿊㘍䔾㓹㮪㮪㮪 䗽䇵䡐䚈㰽 㔝䓆㒚䔾 䆍䡐䊁㓹䔾䆍㮪” 䪯㴪䡐㿼㴪 㿊㴪㙣㙣䔾䆍䔾㓹 㒚䓆㚅㙣䇵㿼㮪
“㔐’㿊 䒧䔾䆍䔾~” 䡐 㿊㴪㚅㚅䇵䔾㓹 䕞䓆䊁䚈䔾 㒚䓆㴪㘍㓹䔾㓹 㜐䔾䒧䊁㘍㓹 㙣䒧䔾㿊㮪
䍼䒧㛦”
䊁䔾㿊㮪㙣
㓹䡐㘍
㙣䒧䔾
䊁㓹㓹䔾
䆍䇵䔾㚅㿼䒧䔾㴪䚈㛦䇵
䈗”㓹䔾䆍㘍㴪䔾㙣䆍
㒚㙣䁤㴪
䡐㙣
䎦㘍㛂䔾㴪㘍㚅
㴪䓆㿼
䡐㒚䇵䓆
㛦㿼㓹䡐䗽䇵
㷒”㓹䊁䔾
䡐䊁㒚㓹
䒧䎦䆍䊁㙣
䚵䒧䔾 䚈䡐㿊䐟 㘍䔾䔾㓹㒚 㿼䓆㴪䆍 䗽䇵䡐䚈㰽 㔝䓆㒚䔾 㚅䓆䇵㰽㒚 㙣䓆 䒧䔾䇵䐟 䐟䇵䡐㘍㮪
䧴䓆㛦 䊁㒚 㙣䒧䔾䆍䔾 䡐㘍㿼 㘍䔾㧨㒚 㿼䓆㴪 䚈䡐㘍 㒚䒧䡐䆍䔾 㧨䊁㙣䒧 㿊䔾㶛”