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1 " You hunt and catch your own food. Am I correct?" " We are fierce predators of the night," DeChevue said proudly.Edwin tried again, " You hunt and gather your own food?" DeChevue still didn't get it. " Yes, M'sieur. We hunt, proudly." " You know, there is a special name for people who have to catch and kill everything they eat." " And that name has been the terror of the night from the dawn of man. Which name would you like? I can supply many. Nosferatu? Das Vampire?" " Peasant," Edwin said. " A person who has to provide all his own food is a peasant. How is it that you have lived all this time and are still ignorant of the division of labor?" DeChevue's mouth opened and closed several times. Each time he seemed on the verge of saying something, yet each time words failed him. "
