linger. She put a hand
to his shoulder but he only pushed it away, sitting up and looking about him
bewilderedly.
Sensing that the time had come for him to be given some answer to his unspoken
questions, the girl tried speaking to him slowly, using the primitive analogies she hoped
he would understand.
'My name is Sylviana,' she began. 'This place you have found is called Trialis (a purely
fictional name, spawned by the need of the moment). It is a holy place---the temple of our
father, the Sun.' She turned and pointed toward a long, altar-like projection of polished
stone that jutted unnaturally from the worn granite behind it. Several feet out from its
base, ringed by a circle of stones, burned a small fire. This in turn cast dancing images of
light and shadow back upon an oval mirror, tinted blue-black and mounted securely into
the wall above the slab. In truth they were neither altar nor mirror, but the girl could think
of no other way to explain them.
Not that it mattered. Her words were entirely lost upon the young outcast. He had listened
intently, seeing that she wished to communicate, but could make no sense of the
seemingly infinite barrage of varying sounds and expressions. He shook his head and
looked at her ruefully, an expression that betrayed more of himself than he knew.
Realizing that her words meant nothing to him, she decided to summon the Spirit (for so
he called himself), to see if His words held true. Helping Kalus to his feet, she led him
slowly and gingerly toward the altar.
He offered no resistance. Instructing him to remain behind her, she stepped carefully past
the flame and ascended the three steps leading to the polished projection of stone.
Approaching the mirror she hesitated, as if afraid or unsure, then reached out over the
stone and touched her fingers lightly to the glass, activating the machine. As the unseen
circuitry behind it whirred and came to life, a message was carried by thin beams of laser
light deep into Space. She waited a short time, then spoke.
'Great Spirit,' she began, 'Though I do not know your name. Come and be among us. For
the man-child has come, even as you said that he would. But I am confused, and he
doesn't seem to understand the words I speak. I'm terribly afraid that I will do something
wrong and drive him away, and be left alone in this place. . .forever. Please, if you're
really who you say you are then come and show yourself to him. Say something to make
him stay. Please, you must make him stay.'
Though he could not understand the words, Kalus felt the desperation with which they
were spoken, and saw plainly that they somehow dealt with him. Her softness was unlike
anything he had ever known. What could it mean?
A moment later a deep silence fell over the room, and in the gentle tension it brought, an
outside presence was felt. Barely noticeable at first, and then undeniably, the two felt
another dimension being added to the room. The colors around them grew suddenly
brighter, edged with gold, and in the back of their minds they felt the vicarious sensations
of a great, bodiless spirit swooping downward from the heavens, like a giant eagle diving
towards the Earth. The room became dark, all save the misty blueness of the mirror. The
fire dimmed, as if on cue, and a pinpoint of brilliant light appeared at the very center of
the glass. There it grew in size and intensity until the magnitude of its brightness forced
Kalus to shield his eyes and look away. Sylviana stood motionless, face turned and arm
raised, disbelieving. For until now the Spirit had spoken to her only as a voice, a signal
translated into words by the machine. The image was dimmed to a tolerable brilliance.
She lowered her arm.
Then a different Voice was heard, deep and alive, like the whisper of the wind and the
roar of an ocean. It was an eternally resilient and yet melancholy sound, time-wizened
and thoughtful, never fully joyous or sad.
'Sylviana,' it began solemnly. 'Sylviana, I have come. Your vigil has not been in vain. For
the Mantooth has been brought to you, even as I said that he would. Be at peace, I will
speak to him now as you ask.' Seeming to turn its attention toward Kalus, the Voice
began again. And somehow, though not miraculously, he understood.
'Come, look upon me, young one, and do not be afraid. There is much that I would say to
you.' Slowly Kalus turned back toward the glass, beholding for the first time a sight that
few men had ever seen. There before
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