When she saw that I didn't like her reference to people like you, she stopped for a mornent and then put her hand on my arm. Listen, she said, Magpie is happy now, finally. He is in good spirits, handsome and free and strong. He sits at the drum and sings with his brothers: he's okay now.   When he was saying all those things against the government and against the council, he became more and more ugly and and embitter，I used to be afraid for him. But I'm not now. Please, why don't you just leave it alone now?