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posted by [personal profile] eftychia at 05:24am on 2013-01-09

From Shadow Man by Melissa Scott (1995, Tor Books, New York; ISBN: 0-312-85800-0):

"That's not good enough," Warreven said. ᴣe pitched ʒer voice to carry to the entire line this time. "I want those two things -- two simple things, Telemathe, to keep the peace and to admit that I, we, exist -- and I want it now."

Telemathe looked from ʒim to Dismars, then back along the line of dockers behind ʒim. "Be reasonable--"

"I am reasonable," Warreven said. "There's nothing unreasonable about wanting to exist, my father."

"It's not my business, it's clan business," Telemathe said. He spread his hands, taking in the line at the barricade, the people around him, the platform beyond the bonfire where the ranas stood. "I don't have that kind of authority -- and you know as well as I do, not everyone agrees with you. The majority of people are satisfied with things as they are."

"They're still wrong," Warreven said bitterly. "You've worn the Captain's shape for a long time, Telemathe, it's time you acted for him. This is simple justice, a simple matter of reality."

"Is it?" Telemathe sounded almost sad.

Behind him, Tendlathe stirred, fixed ʒim with a cold stare. "God and the spirits, that's enough. Quit while you're ahead, Warreven."

"And let you pretend I -- we -- don't exist?" Warreven looked over ʒer shoulder again, down the long line of people guarding the barricade. ᴣe pointed, picking out the first herm ʒe saw, then to the person next to ʒim, who might have been a fem. "You, and you --" ʒe swung around, pointing again to individuals, mostly wrangwys, a few faces ʒe thought ʒe recognized from the bars and dance houses, people who'd done trade, who slept wry-abed, as well as the odd-bodied. "-- all of you, can we let him say we don't exist?"

ᴣe got an answering shout, angriest from ʒer left, but loud enough from the rest, and ʒe smiled equally at father and son, knowing it was more of a snarl. "You hear us. Don't tell me you can't, I know what your power is. You can write us into law. Give us that."

[Note that the probably-unfamiliar character 'ʒ' is an ezh, not to be confused with a yogh ('ȝ') or a three (3).]

[Note also that although the only pronouns that occur in this passage are 'he' and 'ʒe', one of the cultures depicted in the novel has separate pronouns for each of five categories of physical sex: he/his/him, ðe/ðer/ðer, ʒe/ʒer/ʒim, þe/þis/þim, and she/her/her. I don't recall encountering any gender-neutral or gender-indeterminate pronouns in the book, only the five gender-specific one for the five sexes. (Gender vs. sex is not addressed with regard to one of the two cultures in the story, ... and kinda complicated and central to the plot for the other culture. Both of which, by the way, are human.)]

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