"Tell your people to be quiet, and listen to me."
Human shouted a few words, not in the Males' Language, but in the Wives' Language, the language of authority. They fell silent, then sat to hear what Speaker would say.
"I'll do everything I can," said the Speaker, "but first I have to know you, or how can I tell your story? I have to know you, or how can I know whether the drink is poisonous or not? And the hardest problem of all will still remain. The human race is free to love the buggers because they think the buggers all are dead. You are still alive, and so they're still afraid of you."
Human stood among them and gestured toward his body, as if it were a weak and feeble thing. "Of us!"
"They're afraid of the same thing you fear, when you look up and see the stars fill up with humans. They're afraid that someday they'll come to a world and find that you have got there first."
"We don't want to be there first," said Human. "We want to be there too."
"Then give me time," said the Speaker. "Teach me who you are, so that I can teach them."
"Anything," said Human. He looked around at the others. "We'll teach you anything."
Leaf-eater stood up. He spoke in the Males' Language, but Miro understood him. "Some things aren't yours to teach."
Human answered him sharply, and in Stark. "What Pipo and Libo and Ouanda and Miro taught us wasn't theirs to teach, either. But they taught us."
"Their foolishness doesn't have to be our foolishness," Leaf-eater still spoke in Males' Language.
"Nor does their wisdom necessarily apply to us," Human retorted.
Then Leaf-eater said something in Tree Language that Miro could not understand. Human made no answer, and Leaf-eater walked away.
As he left, Ouanda returned, her eyes red from crying.
Human turned back to the Speaker. "What do you want to know?" he asked. "We'll tell you, we'll show you, if we can."
Speaker in turn looked at Miro and Ouanda. "What should I ask them? I know so little that I don't know what we need to know."
Miro looked at Ouanda.
"You have no stone or metal tools," she said. "But your house is made of wood, and so are your bows and arrows."
Human stood, waiting. The silence lengthened. "But what is your question?" Human finally said.
How could he have missed the connection? Miro thought.
"We humans," said Speaker, "use tools of stone or metal to cut down trees, when we want to shape them into houses or arrows or clubs like the ones I see some of you carrying."
It took a moment for the Speaker's words to sink in. Then, suddenly, all the piggies were on their feet. They began running around madly, purposelessly, sometimes bumping into each other or into trees or the log houses. Most of them were silent, but now and then one of them would wail, exactly as they had cried out a few minutes ago. It was eerie, the almost silent insanity of the piggies, as if they had suddenly lost control of their bodies. All the years of careful noncommunication, refraining from telling the piggies anything, and now Speaker breached that policy and the result was this madness.
Human emerged from the chaos and threw himself to the ground in front of Speaker. "O Speaker!" he cried loudly. "Promise that you'll never let them cut my father Rooter with their stone and metal tools! If you want to murder someone, there are ancient brothers who will give themselves, or I will gladly die, but don't let them kill my father!"
"Or my father!" cried the other piggies. "Or mine!"
"We would never have planted Rooter so close to the fence," said Mandachuva, "if we had known you were--were varelse."
Speaker raised his hands again. "Has any human cut a tree in Lusitania? Never. The law here forbids it. You have nothing to fear from us."
There was a silence as the piggies became still. Finally Human picked himself up from the ground. "You've made us fear humans all the more," he said to Speaker. "I wish you had never come to our forest."
Ouanda's voice rang out above his. "How can you say that after the way you murdered my father!"
Human looked at her with astonishment, unable to answer. Miro put his arm around Ouanda's shoulders. And the Speaker for the Dead spoke into the silence. "You promised me that you'd answer all my questions. I ask you now: How do you build a house made of wood, and the bow and arrows that this one carries, and those clubs? We've told you the only way we know; you tell me another way, the way you do it."
"The brother gives himself," said Human. "I told you. We tell the ancient brother of our need, and we show him the shape, and he gives himself."