“Why are you weeping?” I said.
He turned his head slightly to look at me and then turned back to look into the night sky. He was seated on a log freshly cut down. “My children have been snatched away. They are in grave danger. Most of them I will never get back.” He sighed deeply. “I know each one of them by name.” His voice was a whisper in the night air.
“What do you mean snatched away? They were kidnapped?”
“In a way of speaking.” His back was still turned toward me, the side of his face visible in the light of the full moon.