But his mother? Very young or very old? Hardly the first. There was but one sane inference: someone had taken a liberty rather gross. The voices that he knew so well, the common words, the quiet of the classroom when the voices paused and the silence was filled by the sound of softly browsing cattle as the other boys munched their lunches tranquilly, lulled his aching soul. We will not use our friendship to impose on their sovereignty, for our own sovereignty is not for sale.