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Here, perhaps, was her salvation. But she wasn't quite sure how much good her knowledge would be to her. So she said prudently: "Who is Loveydear, if I may ask?" "Never mind, little one. She's not your affair, and she's lost to me forever. I shall never find her again." "I know Miss Loveydear." Maya forced herself to put the utmost indifference into her tone.
"It's time to rouse the soldiers. No, no, little bee, I don't want to harm Loveydear. I love her, more dearly than my life. Tell me where I shall find her again." Maya was clever. She purposely hesitated before she said: "But I love my life." "If you tell me where Loveydear lives" Maya could see that the sentinel spoke with difficulty and was trembling all over "I'll set you free.
My orders are that no bee who has set foot in this fortress shall leave it alive. I shall keep faith with my people." After a pause he added softly as if to himself: "I have learned by bitter experience how faithlessness can hurt when Loveydear forsook me...." Little Maya was overcome. She did not know what to say. Ah, the same sentiments moved her, too love of her own kind, loyalty to her people.
"Good gracious, what would they do with a sting! No, they have worse weapons against us, and they are very dangerous. There isn't a soul who isn't afraid of them, especially of the little ones whose two legs show the boys." "Do they try to catch you?" asked Maya, breathless with excitement. "Yes, can't you understand why?" Miss Loveydear glanced at her wings.
Poor frog indeed! That's going too far. Pitying a frog. The idea! To feel sorry for a frog is like clipping your own wings. You seem to have no principles." "Perhaps. But it's hard for me to see any one suffer." "Oh" Miss Loveydear comforted her "that's because you're so young. You'll learn to bear it in time. Cheerio, my dear. But I must be getting into the sunshine. It's pretty cold here.
You doubt it, don't you?" "Of course I doubt it," cried Maya indignantly. Miss Loveydear shrugged her glistening shoulders. Her face looked old with knowledge. "Oh," she said after a pause, grieving and pale, "if only one could speak of these things openly. I had a brother who gave promise of a splendid future, only, I'm sorry to say, he was a little reckless and dreadfully curious.
"What did he die of?" asked Maya, in genuine sympathy. Miss Loveydear could not reply at once. Great tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks. "He was stuck in a pocket," she sobbed. "No one can stand being stuck in a pocket." "But what is a pocket?" Maya could hardly take in so many new and awful things all at once.
Nothing to be done here but to use force or strategy. Each did his duty, and yet each remained an enemy to the other. But hadn't the sentinel mentioned a name? Hadn't he said something about someone's having been unfaithful to him? Loveydear why, she knew Loveydear the beautiful dragon-fly who lived at the lakeside among the waterlilies. Maya quivered with excitement.
There are no words to describe it." "How did you find all this out?" Maya was so horrified she could scarcely frame the question. "I'll tell you," replied Miss Loveydear. "After a while the boy got hungry and dug into his pocket for the carrot. It was under my brother and the frog, and the boy threw them away first.
Good-by!" A faint rustle and the gleam of a thousand colors, lovely pale colors like the glints in running water and clear gems. Miss Loveydear swung through the green rushes out over the surface of the water. Maya heard her singing in the sunshine. She stood and listened.
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