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- ＜p＞By the time I'd established a camp in the covered breezeway of the Luxor obeliskー"Cleopatra's Needle" it was called, at least according to a bronze placard on its wallーand bound her hands and feet, the sun had set and a slight rain had started to fall; something I fully welcomed after so much time in the desert. As to whether the girl welcomed it also, who could say. For even though I set her near the opening (as well as the fire) and provided her my own bedroll to sit on, she only continued to glareーprobably due to us eating in front of her; for I had decided, though you might think it cruel, that I would starve her into speaking, if necessary. Which, of course, she finally didーspeak, that isーalthough only after a considerable time, saying, hoarsely, yet clearly, assertively, "Is this some kind of torture? I mean, don't you have to feed prisoners before killing them? Isn't that what the Geneva Convention says?"＜/p＞ ＜p＞I looked at her through the flames, saying nothing, even as Kesabe snarled.＜/p＞ ＜p＞At length I carved a piece of meat from the spit and dropped it on a paper plate, which I carried around to herーbut didn't hand over. Instead, I knelt and sliced off a single bite-sized morselーthen held it close to her nose.＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Trade," I said, matter-of-factly. "One bite per something about you. It can be your name. Where you're from. How you've survived ... Just talk."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。