“You,” said Ma Mattulich, and her loathing came through even the nauseating fast-penta cheer, “you are the worst. All I went through, all I did, all the grief, and you come along at the end. A mutie made lord over us all, and all the rules changed, betrayed at the end by an off-worlder woman’s weakness. You make it all for nothing. Hate you. Dirty mutie . . .”
