| My knees were shaking. I{{U}} (41) {{/U}}afraid{{U}} (42) {{/U}}with them,{{U}} (43) {{/U}}I{{U}} (44) {{/U}}myself out on the path to follow them. Amara's husband{{U}} (45) {{/U}}coming back and saw me. "{{U}} (46) {{/U}}my age mates {{U}}(47) {{/U}}this witchcraft. You come back with me and keep watch{{U}} (48) {{/U}}my wife. Help me guard {{U}}(49) {{/U}}body. He will kill her and I cannot prevent it. But he{{U}} (50) {{/U}}killed her in vain. He shall not eat her body." It was dark inside the reception hut, and very quiet. The women{{U}} (51) {{/U}}kept watch over Amara, and her co-wife still sat with her. The man stood looking down upon her. A man must never call his wife{{U}} (52) {{/U}}her name and may never touch her{{U}} (53) {{/U}}public. The man knelt{{U}} (54) {{/U}}his wife. "Child of Lam." She did not{{U}} (55) {{/U}}. Tentatively he{{U}} (56) {{/U}}his hand on her forehead. Perhaps he thought she heard,{{U}} (57) {{/U}}he added bravely, "{{U}} (58) {{/U}}will happen to you, Amara{{U}} (59) {{/U}}wife.." He clasped her hand in{{U}} (60) {{/U}}. We sat on in silence waiting for Amara to die. |