"And see what come!" interrupted Weston. "You now very few- shut up in handramits- soon all die." "Yes," said Oyarsa, "but one thing we left behind us on the harandra: fear. And with fear, murder and rebellion. The weakest of my people do not fear death. It is the Bent One, the lord of your world, who wastes your lives and befouls them with flying from what you know will overtake you in the end. If you were subjects of Maleldil you would have peace." (C.S. Lewis, Out of the Silent Plant, 138).