Jack Vettriano Soho Nights

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No, no... Not me. Sattamax will speak...
Mary didn't know the name Sattamax, and the zalif whom Atal indicated was a stranger to her. He was older than anyone she'd seen so far: at the base of his trunk was a scatter of white hairs, and he moved stiffly, as if he had arthritis. The We have all come together to greet the stranger Mary. Those of us who know her have reason to be grateful for her activities since she arrived among us. We have waited until she had some command of our language. With the help of many of us, but especially the zalif Atal, the stranger Mary can now understand us.others all moved with care around him, and when Mary stole a glance through the lacquer glass, she saw why: the old zalif's, Shadow cloud was so rich and complex that Mary herself felt respect, even though she knew so little of what it meant.When Sattamax was ready to speak, the rest of the crowd fell silent. Mary stood close to the mound, with Atal nearby for reassurance; but she sensed all their eyes on her and felt as if she were a new girl at school.Sattamax began to speak. His voice was deep, the tones rich and varied, the gestures of his trunk low and graceful.