| OCR Text |
Show -76- clean, but worn blanket covered the infant. Sandy looked around her at the bare floors, walls and cupboards. A small, cracked vase stood pitiably on the bare table and the curtains, though clean, were threadbare. Sandy felt desolate. "How can they stand to be so poor!" "They are used to it, my child. They have lived with it for many years." "Why don't they kill him? V/hy don't they fight back?" Tears burned her eyes as she spoke. "That is not our way, Sandy," replied Lamm. "You cannot always win a victory through physical means. We are fighting with our hearts - with love, as Verus taught us. Besides, we cannot scale the cliffs, even if we did decide to fight." "That's crazy!" said Sandy. "How can you fight with love?" "It is very simple. V/e are forced to send Daemon food, - flour, grain, fruit, and so on. We are forced to send woven materials, and gems from the mines. We do more than that. We prepare the food, and make fine clothes from the materials. Vfe cut and polish the gems, and fashion exquisite jewelry. Y/e are not required to do this, but we do it willingly." "But why? That only makes more work - and you get no reward!" cried Sandy.. "Yes, there is a reward," smiled Lamm. "Because we do this of our own free will, we are not slaves. We are slaves when we do only what we are forced to do. Daemon can never have complete control over us, for our hearts are free." |
