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Winthrop turned around. On seeing Belboz, he said, "Oh, Farmer Bill, I didn't see you there." There was a faint southern lilt to his tone in addition to the raised pitch. As he spoke, he bent over, waving at the air in front of his knees—a motion that perplexed Belboz for a moment until he realized how much it resembled the motion a girl might make while batting dust off her dress.
"Ah yes," Belboz said, a little excited. He hadn't supplied any details to the illusion, just a general overview. The boy's subconscious had made him the owner of the farm, which made sense. He wondered what else he'd come up with. "Are you all right?" "Yessir." Winthrop nodded. "Just tripped, I think." "Well, I just wanted to tell you, ah... Our new chickens just came in. Why don't you go over and introduce yourself?" Winthrop nodded. "Yessir," he said again, cheerfully, and turned on his heel in an extraordinarily girlish way. He strolled a ways across the cavern, stopped nowhere in particular, bent over, and said, "Hello my new friends. My name's Helga." He reached down, grabbed a handful of thin air, and began making motions as if he were scattering seeds. Helga. Good, now Belboz had a name to call him until this trial was through. He wondered where the boy had even heard that name.
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