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    He sat on a stool by the bed and placed both hands on Rema’s thigh and spoke quietly in a tongue which Rema had never heard. It was like a chant but had elements of prayer-like conversation and he understood not a word. As Mentor continued, Rema felt his leg warm and strengthen and then to his utter amazement the stitches fell out and when Mentor removed his hands he could see no evidence at all that he had ever been wounded. His thigh was as strong and healthy as his other leg.
    ‘Get up and try your weight on it,’ said Mentor sitting back with a weary smile, but they both knew there was no need, for Rema was healed.
    For a time they sat without a word, but finally Rema could contain himself no longer, and questions poured forth in such a torrent that Mentor stopped him and gently spoke.
    ‘I think it best if I speak and you listen, that way we will not get confused with unnecessary detail, and I will most likely answer some of your questions, but not all mind, there is much which cannot be told, and perhaps some you will not even remember.’
    With that Mentor brought some simple food and cool cordial and settled himself by the window. Rema half expected that he might conjure a pipe from somewhere and smoke awhile as all the wise men from his childhood would do. But this did not eventuate. Mentor just talked, quietly and with passion, and Rema listened and tried to understand.
    ‘There are things unseen which men do not know and cannot understand. There are those who hear, but refuse to learn. There are things which you should not know but events beyond your control have led you here and so there is a little you can be told.’
    This start was like a riddle to Rema who immediately went to ask a question, but Mentor spoke more firmly.
    ‘Silence Rema Bowman, this will be done as I see fit. Listen carefully and you may well be given a gift of understanding beyond all in this land at present.’ His eyes were fierce and almost cutting, and Rema sat back chastened and waited.
    ‘There are realities beyond this world which have existed beyond time and will last to the other side, when the measuring by days and months and years and seasons as humans do will be forgotten. There are beings who create and fulfill and others which pull apart and destroy. These are beyond the normal reach of man and woman, but not always, for there is a love of justice in the space between spaces, and a passion held for law and order, and what is right over wrong and evil, by those who have created, and these are not unknowing of the travails and sorrows of the created.’
    Mentor paused a moment to let the strange words linger and not be lost. Rema was enthralled and found he could not move, his mind more alert than he had ever known. He felt a breathless excitement which was almost too much to contain. Before long the conversation continued.
    ‘I sit before you as Mentor of Revelyn, and that is enough for now. You are safe in my home here. It is not my only home, and when you arrived I showed you a glimpse of what it is in the lower levels of its splendor, but only to show you that I am not to be trifled with and that I am to be believed. That memory will fade, but you must not forget what you have seen.’ Mentor’s glowing eagle eyes held Rema’s for a moment as if to make an important point.
    ‘This land is in danger and has already fallen low. There is a growing evil which must be defeated, but not by magic or sorcery or any other power. It must be done by man and woman, or it cannot be. As with the healing of your leg, it could be done even more quickly than it was, but that is not the way it should be. I wove together the human way and a higher way, because time is short, but you will find that though your body seems healed, it is will carry a reminder of what has been, since the way it was healed was not as it should have been. In the same way the evil in this land must be dealt with in the proper way or else it cannot