"Yes, to the stars, to stand trial! To be punished for helping you. It'll take us twenty-two years to get there, and they'll never let us come back."
The piggies took a moment to absorb this information. Fine, thought Miro. Let them wonder how the Speaker is going to solve everything for them. I trusted in the Speaker, too, and it didn't do much for me. The piggies conferred together.
Human emerged from the group and came closer to the fence. "We'll hide you."
"They'll never find you in the forest," said Mandachuva.
"They have machines that can track me by my smell," said Miro.
"Ah. But doesn't the law forbid them to show us their machines?" asked Human.
Miro shook his head. "It doesn't matter. The gate is sealed to me. I can't cross the fence."
The piggies looked at each other.
"But you have capim right there," said Arrow.
Miro looked stupidly at the grass. "So what?" he asked.
"Chew it," said Human.
"Why?" asked Miro.
"We've seen humans chewing capim," said Leaf-eater. "The other night, on the hillside, we saw the Speaker and some of the robe-humans chewing capim."
"And many other times," said Mandachuva.
Their impatience with him was frustrating. "What does that have to do with the fence?"
Again the piggies looked at each other. Finally Mandachuva tore off a blade of capim near the ground, folded it carefully into a thick wad, and put it in his mouth to chew it. He sat down after a while. The others began teasing him, poking him with their fingers, pinching him. He showed no sign of noticing. Finally Human gave him a particularly vicious pinch, and when Mandachuva did not respond, they began saying, in males' language, Ready, Time to go, Now, Ready.
Mandachuva stood up, a bit shaky for a moment. Then he ran at the fence and scrambled to the top, flipped over, and landed on all fours on the same side as Miro.
Miro leaped to his feet and began to cry out just as Mandachuva reached the top; by the time he finished his cry, Mandachuva was standing up and dusting himself off.
"You can't do that," said Miro. "It stimulates all the pain nerves in the body. The fence can't be crossed."
"Oh," said Mandachuva.
From the other side of the fence, Human was rubbing his thighs together. "He didn't know," he said. "The humans don't know."
"It's an anesthetic," said Miro. "It stops you from feeling pain."
"No," said Mandachuva. "I feel the pain. Very bad pain. Worst pain in the world."
"Rooter says the fence is even worse than dying," said Human. "Pain in all the places."
"But you don't care," said Miro.
"It's happening to your other self," said Mandachuva. "It's happening to your animal self. But your tree self doesn't care. It makes you be your tree self."
Then Miro remembered a detail that had been lost in the grotesquerie of Libo's death. The dead man's mouth had been filled with a wad of capim. So had the mouth of every piggy that had died. Anesthetic. The death looked like hideous torture, but pain was not the purpose of it. They used an anesthetic. It had nothing to do with pain.
"So," said Mandachuva. "Chew the grass, and come with us. We'll hide you."
"Ouanda," said Miro.
"Oh, I'll go get her," said Mandachuva.