Moadine was close by and came
at once; one or two more strong grave women followed.
Terry dashed about like a madman; he would cheerfully have
killed them--he told me that, himself--but he couldn't. When he
swung a chair over his head one sprang in the air and caught it,
two threw themselves bodily upon him and forced him to the floor;
it was only the work of a few moments to have him tied hand and foot,
and then, in sheer pity for his futile rage, to anesthetize him.
Alima was in a cold fury. She wanted him killed--actually.
There was a trial before the local Over Mother, and this woman,
who did not enjoy being mastered, stated her case.
In a court in our country he would have been held quite
"within his rights," of course. But this was not our country; it
was theirs. They seemed to measure the enormity of the offense
by its effect upon a possible fatherhood, and he scorned even to
reply to this way of putting it.
He did let himself go once, and explained in definite terms
that they were incapable of understanding a man's needs, a man's
desires, a man's point of view.
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