‘Let’s keep going, Bankson,’ Nell said. ‘Let’s not stop here.’ Next were the Yarapat, but Fen thought the houses hung too low to the ground. I tried to point out the rise in the land—the Yarapat were set on a high hill—but he’d been flooded once in the Admiralty Islands, so we passed them by as well. They didn’t like the looks of the next village, either. ‘Weak art,’ Nell said. ‘What?’ ‘That face,’ she said, meaning the enormous mask that hung over the entryway of the ceremonial house we could see from the water. ‘It’s crude. Not like what I’ve seen elsewhere.’ ‘We need art, Bankson,’ Fen
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