Chapter Five, Part Two: The Shape of PurityMature

Why hadn’t he saved her? Why hadn’t he explained what was to come?

 She’d been so afraid when it called to her that first time, after the fighting and the burning had ended. 

But now, she dangled its beautiful, thick silver chain in her fingers, idly watching the bauble which held the Eye toss and flounce on its finding. 

The Eye itself was quiet to-day; it often was, when Grandfather wasn’t with her; still, she had closeted her Type 103 TT Capsule as just another white tree in the glass-sand desert called the Sea of Transparent Ponderings some time ago, and even though her ship slept, Grandfather would know where it was. 

Yes, he would come eventually. 

He always did. 

He had, after all, been the first to find the Eye, the first to reveal their shared Destiny. 

He had been the first to look into its depths and see the truth. 

His scream, in fact, had been her call to awakening. It had been what led her to him, across the ashy remains of the pale Museum terrace with its fluted columns and raised steps. It had been then that she’d decided what to call him. The Eye had whispered his name in her ear. 

Since that day, she’d always known that she would meet the man in the velvet coat again… if only to get revenge for making Grandfather cry.

 

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