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then," he said, "you shall entertain us to lunch. Won't he, sergeant?"Simony saluted. "Just as you say, sir.""Yes."Brutha lay on his back among sails and ropes somewhere under the decking. It was hot, and the air smelled of all air anywhere that has ever come into contact with bilges.Brutha hadn't eaten all day. Initially he'd been too ill to. Then he just hadn't."But being cruel to animals doesn't mean he's a . . . bad person," he ventured, the harmonics of his tone suggesting that even he didn't
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I will not be using it," said Vorbis.
The captain hung his head and held out his hand for the harpoon.
Vorbis patted him on the shoulder.
"And believe this. It had been quite a small porpoise.
"He turned me on to my back," said Om.
"Yes, but humans are more important than animals," said Brutha.
"This is a point of view often expressed by humans," said Om.
"Chapter IX, verse 16 of the book of-” Brutha began.
"Who cares what any book says?" screamed the tortoise.
Brutha was shaken.
"But you never told any of the prophets that people should