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Jahe hates that stink now, and washed it off him. You said it right, Billy, what that is: that's the stink of the flunkèd, the stink of the Moishians, and the stink of the goats. Three stinks in one. May you learn to love it one day like thegoyim love their Tripos."
His reference I did not understand, but his manner made us right. We curled up to a meal of oilcake and water -- the first food we'd shared in weeks -- and when he asked me directly whom I had been seeing that had altered my speech, my opinions, and my scent, I told the full tale of my relations with Lady Creamhair. Max nodded and shook his head, more in sad acknowledgment than in surprise or disapproval. I recounted for him that day'scontretemps, Lady Creamhair's ultimatum, and my resolve -- more grim by now than heartfelt -- to leave the herd forever.
"Ach," Max marveled when I was done, "one day they're kids, next day they're stud-bucks. I declare."
"I'm going to keep my promise," I said. "It's all settled."
Stern pity came in his eyes. "Nothing'ssettled, Billy. You don't