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.The lore supposes there should be conflict,hostility, battle, but I wonder, in contact with spirits, if what the boy needs is a goodhelping of cold anger.""Cold anger?""Oh yes, don't you know that distinction? Tribal mothers always tell their childrenthat there are two kinds of anger: hot and cold.Boys and girls experience both, but asthey grow up the angers separate according to the sex.Boys need hot anger tosurvive.They need the inclination to fight, the drive to sink the knife into the flesh,the energy and initiative of fury.It's a requirement of hunting, of defense, of pride.Maybe of sex, too.""Yes, I know," said Elphaba, remembering.- 358 - Sarima blushed and looked unhappy, and continued."And girls need cold anger.They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, thesidestepping of compromise.They need toknow when they say something that they will never back down, ever, ever.It'sthe compensation for a more limited scope in the world.Cross a man and youstruggle, one of you wins, you adjust and go on-or you lie there dead.Cross a womanand the universe is changed, once again, for cold anger requires an eternal vigilancein all matters of slight and offense." She glared at Elphaba, pinning her with unspokenaccusations about Fiyero, about Liir.Elphaba thought about this.She thought about hot anger and cold anger, and ifit divided by the sexes, and which she felt, if either, if ever.She thought about hermother dying young, and her father with his obsessions.She thought about theanger that Doctor Dillamond had had-an anger that drove him to study and research.She thought about the anger that Madame Morrible could barely disguise, as shetried to seduce the college girls into the secret service of government.She sat and thought about it the following morning as she watched thestrengthening sun beat down on the mounds of snow on the sloping tiled roofsbelow.She watched the sun bleed ice water out of the icicle.Warm and cold workingtogether to make an icicle.Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, afury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still neededfighting.In a fashion-without any way to confirm It, of course-she had always felt ascapable of hot anger as any man.But to be successful, one would need access to bothsorts.Lift survived, but Manek did not.The icicle that Elphaba trained her gaze on,thinking on the weapons one needed to fight such abuse-it broke like a lance from- 359 - the eaves, and drove whistling downward, and caught him in the skull as he went outto find some new way of beleaguering Liir.They're calling you a witch, do you know that?" said Nanny."Now why ever isthat?""Silliness and stupidity," said Flphaba."When I arrived I was distanced from myname, after my years at the mauntery, where I was called Sister Saint Aelphaba.Elphaba seemed like the name of someone long ago.I told them to call rue Auntie.Though I never felt like anyone's Auntie, nor would I know what it felt like.I never hadany aunts or uncles.""Hmmm," said Nanny, "I don't think you're much of a witch.Your mother wouldbe scandalized, bless her soul.Your father too."They were walking in the apple orchard.A cloud of blossoms thickened the airwith scent.The Witch's bees were having a field day, humming throatily.Killyjoy satwagging his tail in the shadow of Manek's tombstone, placed near the wall.Thecrows had relay races overhead, scaring away all other birds except the eagles.Irji andNor and Liir, at Nanny's insistence, had been taken into the schoolroom of the village.Kiamo Ko was blissfully quiet until midday.Nanny was seventy-eight.She walked with a cane.She hadn't given up on herlittle efforts toward beauty, though now they seemed to coarsen rather than dignifyher.Her powder was on too thick, her lip rouge smeared and off center, and theflimsy lace shawl was useless in the updraft from the valley.For her part, Nannythought that Elphaba was looking poorly, as if she were going moldy from the inside- 360 - out.Pale.A disintegration of sorts.Elphaba didn't seem to care for her beautiful hairat all, keeping it knotted up out of sight underneath that ridiculous hat.And the blackgown needed a good washing and airing.They stopped at a lopsided wall, and leaned against it.The sisters were gatheringflowers a few fields away, and Sarima ballooned along.In her dark mourning gownshe resembled a huge dangerous cocoon broken loose from its mooring.It was goodto hear her laugh again, even if falsely; light had that strange, ameliorative effect oneverybody, even Elphaba.Nanny had told Elphie about her family.The Eminent Thropp had died at last.InElphaba's absence and presumed death, the mantle of Eminence had fallen toNessarose.So the younger sister was now ensconced in Colwen Grounds, issuingdogmatIc statements about faith and blame.Frex was there with her too, his career ofministry almost at an end.As he gave up the effort his mind was returning to balance.Shell? He came and went.Rumors abounded that he was an agitator forMunchkinland's secession from Oz.He had grown up handsome and fine, in Nanny'sbiased opinion: straight of limb, clear of skin, direct of speech, bold of heart.He wasnow in his early twenties."And what does Nessarose think of secession?" Elphie had asked."Her opinionabout it will be important if she's the Eminent Thropp now."Nanny reported that Nessarose had grown to be far cleverer than anyoneanticipated.She kept her cards close to her chest and issued vague statements aboutthe revolutionary cause, statements that could be read several ways, depending onthe audience.Nanny assumed Nessarose intended to set up some sort of theocracy,incorporating into the governing laws of Munchkinland her own restrictiveinterpretation of unionism."Your sainted father Frex himself doesn't know if thiswould be a good or bad thing, and keeps silent on the matter.He's not much forpolitics, he prefers the mystical realm." There was, Nanny observed, even some local- 361 - support for Nessarose's plans.But since Nessarose governed her remarks well, theWizard's armed forces garrisoned in the area could find no excuse to arrest her."She'sadept at this," Nanny admitted."Shiz taught her well.She stands on her own two feetnow."The word adept sent chills down Elphie's spine
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