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The Inspector gave his order: Arthur was to be reassigned to a desk in Kuching. Bulan was to be "thanked for her services" and given a bolt of cotton cloth. The logging would proceed.

She looked at him. For the first time, her composure cracked. " Kelebui, " she said. "It is not a word for a chest. It is the word for the space between a knife and a wound. The space where mercy could have lived but did not."

"No," she said, picking up a stick. She drew three shapes in the dirt. "We have one word for 'the cloud that carries rain,' one for 'the cloud that is a spirit walking,' and one for 'the cloud that is dying.' You have one word for everything. You live in a very small house, Tuan Arthur."

Borneo, 1937. Arthur Penrose, a young, bespectacled Englishman from a damp corner of Cornwall, arrived in the village of Ulu Temburong with a steamer trunk full of liniment, blank journals, and a Colonial Office directive stamped in officious red: Document the tribal lexicon of the Penan. Do not interfere.

"His name," Arthur whispered, "what is the Penan word for the feeling of a medicine chest arriving too late?"