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The Sacred and the Profane
TriedtolistentoEddie’sreports—triedtogetawayfrompeople—triedtofindtherollingstocktoputmoretrainsontheJohnGaltLine,becausethescheduleI’dplannedwon’tbeenoughforthebusinessthat’spiledupinjustthreedays."
"Agreatmanypeoplewantedtoseeyoutoday,didn’tthey?"
"Why,yes."
"They’dhavegivenanythingjustforawordwithyou,wouldn’tthey?"
"I...Isupposeso."
"Thereporterskeptaskingmewhatyouwerelike.Ayoungboyfromalocalsheetkeptsayingthatyouwereagreatwoman.Hesaidhe’dbeafraidtospeaktoyou,ifheeverhadthechance.He’sright.Thatfuturethatthey’realltalkingandtremblingabout—itwillbeasyoumadeit,becauseyouhadthecouragenoneofthemcouldconceiveof.
Alltheroadstowealththatthey’rescramblingfornow,it’syourstrengththatbrokethemopen.Thestrengthtostandagainsteveryone.
Thestrengthtorecognizenowillbutyourown."
Shecaughtthesinkinggaspofherbreath:sheknewhispurpose.Shestoodstraight,herarmsathersides,herfaceaustere,asifinunflinchingendurance;shestoodunderthepraiseasunderalashingofinsults.
"Theykeptaskingyouquestions,too,didn’tthey?"Hespokeintently,leaningforward."Andtheylookedatyouwithadmiration.
