Hi and I'm

Hi and welcome back to Nighty Night,

Bedtime stories to keep you awake.

My name is Rabi

and I'm your host. In this week's episode, we are forced to

consider our own morality and the choices we make in order to enjoy our

day-to-day lives.

The ones who walk away from Amelas,

by Ursula K. Leguin. in.

With a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring, the festival of summer came to the city Amelas right-towered by the sea. The ringing of the boats in harbor sparked with flags. In the streets between

houses with red roofs and painted walls, between old moss-grown gardens and under avenues of

trees, past great parks and public buildings, processions moved.

Some were decorous.

Old people in long stiff robes of mauve and gray, grave master workmen, quiet merry women carrying their babies and

chatting as they walked.

In other streets, the music beat faster, a shimmering of gong and tambourine, and the people went dancing.

The procession was a dance.

Children dodged in and out, their high calls rising like the swallows crossing flights over the music and the singing.

All the processions wound towards the north side of the city,

were on the great water meadow called Greenfields, boys and girls, naked in the bright air, with mud-stained feet and

ankles and long lithe arms, exercised their restive horses before the race.

The horses wore no gear at all but a halter without a bit.

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