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Then the bullock of the convert, Osman, fell to its knees amid the bicycles and camel-dung of a nameless little town. "Get up, idiot," he yelled at it impotently. "What do you think you're doing, dying on me in front of the fruit--stalls of strangers?" The bullock nodded, twice for yes, and expired.
Butterflies covered the corpse, adopting the colour of its grey hide, its horn-cones and bells. The inconsolable Osman ran to Ayesha (who had put on a dirty sari as a concession to urban prudery, even though butterfly clouds still trailed off her like glory). "Do bullocks go to Heaven?" he asked in a piteous voice; she shrugged. "Bullocks have no souls," she said coolly, "and it is souls we march to save." Osman looked at her and realized he no longer loved her. "You've become a demon," he told her in disgust.
"I am nothing," Ayesha said. "I am a messenger."
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