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They did not take her as a prisoner. They took her as a curiosity. A strange, pale, soft-limbed creature who had fallen from the sky. They led her to their village, a cluster of thatched huts on a high, dry plateau. The women, adorned with bone necklaces and shy smiles, brought her water and a starchy porridge. The children poked at her boots and ran away giggling. And every time she moved—bending to pick up a bowl, turning to follow a guide, laughing at a child’s antics—a ripple passed through the village. Men’s eyes widened. Women nodded approvingly. The elders stroked their chins.

He spoke. The language was a dialect of the Bantu family, ancient and guttural. Jen, whose linguistic skills were as sharp as her academic ones, caught one word: Tarzeena . Tarzeena- Jiggle in the Jungle

The first guard spotted her. His coffee mug froze halfway to his lips. He nudged his partner. The partner dropped a rifle. They did not take her as a prisoner

The next morning, the jungle held its breath. They led her to their village, a cluster