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Show "Is what I hear true? My eldest son a spy? Collaborating with the enemy?" Though his tone was quiet and controlled, the words were spoken with vehemence "It is true I have a Pakeha friend." "Fa?iend? Pakeha? The white man is our enemy, not our friend!" "Do not consider me impertinent, my father, but this man, Henry Busby, is not our enemy. He is a missionary from across the Sea of Kiwa." "Missionary? What is a missionary?" "He is a teacher, father, a good man who knows the gods. He comes from a land called Great Britain, which Is ruled by a friendly nueen..." "Ruled by a nueen? You mean their ruler is a woman? How can this be? What kind of weak men are these, to be ruled by a woman?" "In some lands a woman is thought wise enough to rule if her birth entitles her to this position. Many of our women are wise and strong, as well." "Do you mean to instruct Turl, your father, and chief of his people?" his father interrupted, spitting out the words in indignation at his son's boldness in addressing an elder. "No, I humbly beseech that I intended no such |