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"We could try rehabilitation," says White Sedge serenely. "Incorporate them into the community, keep them in a safe place at night, let them help out. Sometimes, when people feel they can contribute, it makes for a genuine change in ..."
"Look around," Zeb says. "See any social workers? See any jails?"
"Contribute to what?" says Amanda. "You want to let them be in charge of the day care?"
"They'd put everyone else at risk," says Katuro.
"There's no safe place to store them except a hole in the ground," says Shackleton.
"The vote," says Zeb.
They use pebbles: black for death, white for mercy. It has an archeological feel. The old symbol systems follow us around, thinks Toby, as she collects the pebbles in Jimmy's red hat. There's only one white pebble.
The Pigoons vote collectively, through their leader, with Blackbeard as their interpreter. "They all say dead," he tells Toby. "But they will not eat those ones. They do not want those ones to be part of them."
The rest of the Crakers are puzzled. They clearly do not understand what vote means, or trial, or why pebbles should be put into the hat of Snowman-the-Jimmy. Toby tells them it is a thing of Crake.
The Story of the Trial
The two bad men were put in a room at night, with ropes tying them. We could feel that the rope was hurting them, and making them sad and also angry. But we did not untie the rope the way we did before. Toby told us not to, because it would only cause more killing. And we told the children not to go too close, because the bad ones might bite them.
And then they were given soup, with a smelly bone.
In the morning there was a Trial. You all saw it. It was at the table. Many words were said. The Pig Ones were also at the Trial.
Perhaps we will understand it later, this Trial.
And after the Trial, all the Pig Ones went down to the seashore. And Toby went with them, and she had her gun thing that we should not touch. And Zeb went. And Amanda went, and Ren. And Crozier and Shackleton. But we did not go, we Children of Crake, because Toby said it would be hurtful to us.
And after a while they all came back, without the two bad ones. They looked tired. But they were more peaceful.
Toby said that now we would be safe from the bad ones. And the Pig Ones said their babies were now safe too. And they said also that even though the Battle was over now, they would keep the pact they made with Toby, and with Zeb, and they would not hunt and eat any of the two-skinned ones, and they would also not dig up their garden any more. Or eat the honey of the bees.
And Toby told me the words to say to them, which were: We agree to keep the pact. None of you, or your children, or your children's children, will ever be a smelly bone in a soup. Or a ham, she added. Or a bacon.
And Rebecca said, Worse luck.
And Crozier said, What're they saying, what the fuck is going on? And Toby said, Watch your language, it's confusing for him.
And I said that Crozier did not need to call Fuck right now because we were not in trouble and did not need his help. And Toby said, That's right, he doesn't like to be summoned on trivial matters. And Zeb coughed.
After the Pig Ones had gone away, Toby told us that the two bad men had been washed away in the sea. They had been poured away, as Crake poured away the chaos. So everything was much cleaner now.
Yes, good, kind Crake.
Please don't sing.
Because when you sing I can't hear the words that Crake is telling me to say, and also when we sing about him he can't tell me any words of the story, because he has to listen to the singing.
So that is the Story of the Trial. It is a thing from Crake. We do not have to have a Trial, among us. Only the two-skinned ones and the Pig Ones have to have a Trial.
And that is a good thing, because I did not like the Trial.
Thank you. Good night.
Rites
The Feast of Cnidaria, Toby writes. Waxing gibbous moon.
