"Not—the kind of people I want to be. And how about the others, how about the Assembly? Will they feel as we do?"
"Why not? Don't they miss the colors they can't see, the grass they can't smell, the streams they can't hear? Weren't they human, too, once?"
"They were. And perhaps they think as we do. But they won't project anyone to Valdora. We don't want any part of that town. However, dear, I'll bring it up. If I had a belly, I'd have a bellyful of this."
In the glade they couldn't see, above the stream they couldn't hear, the Assembly met.
"New business?" the Peak thought.
"I've some," Bee thought. "It's—it may be mutiny."
"We'll listen," Peak answered. "Speaking for myself, and myself alone, I'm ready to listen to mutiny. So long as it doesn't involve Valdora. I wouldn't be surprised if the others agree. Could it concern the resurrection of a minor god who grew major?"
"Lust," Bee agreed. "I want a body."
Peak was silent as the affirmative thoughts poured in from the entire assembly. Then Peak thought, "I'm sure we won't need a vote on that. And how would we resurrect Lust?"
"Not by importing Valdorans," Bee answered.