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The petitioners scattered as the eagle made a pass over the Place of Lamentation.
It wheeled, only a few feet above the ground, and perched on the statue of Great Om trampling the Infidel.
It was a !" said the wooden-­legged man. "It don't have to be a sign of anything. That's a suspicious kind of question to ask, what's it a sign of."
"Got to be a sign of something," said the elderly man. "That's a referential wossname. A gerund. Could be a gerund."
A skinny figure appeared at the edge of the group, moving surreptitiously yet with surprising speed. It was wearing the djeliba of the desert tribes, but around its neck was a tray on a strap. There was an ominous suggestion of sticky sweet things covered in dust.magnificent bird, golden-brown and yellow-eyed, and it surveyed the crowds with blank disdain."It's a sign?" said an old man with a wooden leg."Yes! A sign!" said a young woman next to him."A sign!"They gathered around the statue."It's a bugger," said a small and totally unheard voice from somewhere around their feet."But what's it a sign of?" said an elderly man who had been camping out in the square for three days."What do you mean, of? It's a sign