In peaceful times shepherding was men’s work, but Tristesse never seemed to understand this. From the time she could walk she would head for the hig... moors, she would walk with the shepherds until she dropped, and then they would carry her; returning her with a smile to her mother. They tried not to admit it, but they all liked the interest this little one took in their work. As she grew older she would help them with the sheep; she learnt the whistles and the dog working. The sheep were used. "You will feel better afterwards."She seemed to understand, his gestures rather than his words, but she gave a small nod. He then turned away and went back towards the fire, giving her some privacy - although his horse continued to watch her carefully.Going back to the fire, he wondered how things would turn out. She had obviously been hurt by the men, but not badly injured. He was more worried about her reaction to how she had been treated. If she had been jumped when she and her companion. Maybe he too was disturbed by the ambiguityhe had created. The academic part of him was excited and making mental notes. He had to make more to distinguish between the original person and the clone. Yet at the same time there was a gnawing uncertainty that he could not be certain which was which. There was always the possibility that Ellie was now trapped and this would explain all the recent changes. There was one sure way to find out. He could dismantle the robot. The trouble is that meant. "Her breath tickled Bobby's skin. He clutched her shoulder tighter not knowing what to say.There was a strained silence and then Sally said, "Promise me you'll never leave me. Promise." I promise. I swear. I would never do anything to hurt you. You know I love you."Sally twisted her neck and planted loud, smacking kisses all over Bobby's face -- his cheek, nose, lips, eyes. Her lips didn't linger, but pecked away from spot to spot. She turned more, now partly on her side and partly on her.