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Fable One
Sotha Sil and the Scribs
oung Sotha Sil, while playing in the egg mines, saw a number of scribs in a deep shaft,
²and he began to cast stones upon them, snickering as they skittered and scattered, until one of the scribs, lifting its head up in agony, cried out to Sotha Sil:
³“Please, please, have mercy, little boy, for what is sport to you is suffering and death to us.”
⁴And so Sotha Sil discovered that the idle of amusements of one may be the solemn tortures of another.