By Mark Watney Behold! How gladly22 it is how goodly23 it iswhen two brothers build togetheran earth-dwelling24 a hobbit-hole It is like Mugwort the master-weed25which heals the head and flows…
He speaks in Italian—keen, wheeling words
she tenders in echo. Each syllable dwindles
October’s losses, mesmerizes as her English cannot,
and she grins when he casts the remembered spell,
chants, plucks a quarter from behind her ear
Tomorrow they will leave;
already the scouts are searching.
This old queen has gathered her followers,
split from the hive and its new queen,
making the fraught commitment
to an unknown home.