There must have been one at the Big House. After the Big House fell, a few people had tried to do what the Big Man had wanted, and tried setting up feudal communities. The local nomads had banded together with Morag, Naomi, and the other villagers to let him know what they thought of hierarchies. Walking back out into the sunlight, she stopped and glanced over at the Big House. The spoil heap and the Big House and—Morag missed her footing, slipped, and slid a couple of dozen meters down a grassy slope.