"Why do you think you're right?" asked Mark.

"I do not know," Jared spake.

"For silver and gold, this man I told," yelped a woman, who was hospitalized under extreme duress the day before.

"What do you want?" Susan asked.

"I want his name. The names of the child. Flute knows kamarawa. Birds heal the wild –"

Mark interrupted. "It is time for you to become a woman."

"When the people ruled, each woman could be free. I have been oppressed, killed, I do not live in me. I will not be a woman, for it rule over my life, I want to be dead, so give me a knife. Towards the stars I struggle now, so that the past may yet be now. Before the ceremony, I will die, so that dead my soul may fly."