scytale

She sees him now for what he is, Scytale thought.

For that matter, he gave only a passing thought to Scytale.

As though about to answer, Scytale extended his right arm.

Scytale had heard that even from some of his late companions.

She was beginning to see the vital thing here, Scytale realized.

Those were not the original words of the song, Scytale noted.

Scytale sensed somehow their every thought as he was among them.

Scytale heard a voice come from inside his mind.

"So you were inside that great pile of stone," Scytale said.

"Kind of you to take me for these walks," Scytale said, looking up sideways.

When no more people appeared in the corridor, Scytale returned to his quarters.

It seemed strange to Scytale, though, to find that sophisticated vice in this place.

When their meeting ended (without anything gained for him), Scytale found himself more confused than ever.

You are not the only one with losses, Scytale.

"You must see the dangerous limitations of our shield," Scytale said.

The choice of features, which he had thought amusing, might have been a mistake, Scytale decided.

It was the most exacting part Scytale had ever attempted.

Scytale realized that somewhere in this recital the music had stopped.

"Never have philosophy and culture had such a patroness," Scytale said.

He was seeing Scytale's knife hand from within the creche!

Scytale threw both hands up and staggered backward against the wall.

Scytale thought to himself, but found himself saying the words aloud.

Give me a small opening that I may expand, Scytale thought.

Farok remained silent and Scytale thought the old man had not heard.

"This whole thing is explosive," Scytale said in a calmer voice.